The Scent of MemoryWarm and brittle, it crumbled beneath my fingers, its freshly baked scent teasing my nostrils.
Dear Amanda,I hope sharing this awful thing has lifted the shame. That belongs to the boy in your story, not you.You are not responsible for anything that nasty piece of work has done, or did…not then – not ever.
Something HappenedYou sound dramatic, or hysterical, or vindictive, or like a liar. You say that you know that something happened. You can’t remember exactly what, or when, or with whom. But you know it wasn’t good. It wasn’t right. You know something happened.
A Taste Down Memory LaneThis is the first comic we made at The Animation workshop. It’s one of my childhood memories from back when I…
Small Things #1The “Small Things” series consists ofhalf-hour morning exercises. I sit, let a memory hit and type it out …. with the clock set for one half hour. Doesn’t leave much time for worrying about grammar or editing. Just get the stuff out the door.
Nostalgic.In the amidst of yesterdays lie pretty little memories.Memories worth remembering. And people worth missing.And every off day makes you realize the value of those moments. The beautiful people who were once a part of your life…
