I always imagined my little cartoons on plates for some reason.

Theres something about most phobias where theres a tiny, tiny corner where you think this really actually could happen.

I cannot stand superheroes. I do not understand any of its appeal. It has just bored me to death since I was a little kid.

Childhood - that was not my favorite time in my life.

As I would soon learn myself, cleaning up what a parent leaves behind stirs up dust, both literal and metaphorical. It dredges up memories. You feel like you're a kid again, poking around in your parents' closet, only this time there's no chance of getting in trouble, so you don't have to be so sure that everything gets put back exactly where it was before you did your poking around. Still, you hope to find something, or maybe you fear finding something, that will completely change your conception of the parent you thought you knew.

I gave up on ever trying to get 'my way.' I barely knew it existed.

I putter. I nurse old grudges. I fold origami while nursing old grudges. I think about the past. I wonder if there’s any grudges I should start.