The Memoirist
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The Memoirist

The Bird and The Bonds

Photo by Laya Clode on Unsplash

It’s hard to really grasp how big a cockatoo is until it’s glaring at you like Hannibal Lector from its cage in your mother-in-law’s kitchen.

We lived in a little guest house behind my in-laws’ main house, in a less than great neighborhood. A government-subsidized apartment complex was around the corner, and I called the cops on the regular when I thought our neighbor was actually going to kill his wife this time. The…

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We publish memoirs, personal essays, and fictional memoir. Creative stories unpacked from the nostalgic hope chests of our lives.

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Bev Potter

Bev Potter

Legal secretary by day, insomniac by night. BA, MA. Humor, pop culture, and things that make you think. bevpotter.substack.com

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