“Yes.”
“What’s your husband’s name?”
“I don’t have a husband”
“But you said that you’re married”
“Yes.”
I’m not trying to be a pain in the ass but I’m calling to schedule brain surgery here so yes I’m thinking a bit literally
“Yes.”
“What’s your husband’s name?”
“I don’t have a husband”
“But you said that you’re married”
“Yes.”
I’m not trying to be a pain in the ass but I’m calling to schedule brain surgery here so yes I’m thinking a bit literally
In her attic bedroom Margaret Murry, wrapped in an old patchwork quilt…
In her attic bedroom Margaret Murry, wrapped in an old patchwork quilt…
Send manuscripts to Phoenix@ouidabooks.com.
a nonfiction semi-memoir about my hometown, new england’s settler colonial history, and my relationship to indigeneity
and a dystopian novel about eugenics that I fondly call my neovictorian Gattaca
I’m interested in memory, memorialization, and their intersections with nationalism and the state.
I’m also a fiber artist (mostly knitting, also weaving) & a devout Red Sox fan
I’m interested in memory, memorialization, and their intersections with nationalism and the state.
I’m also a fiber artist (mostly knitting, also weaving) & a devout Red Sox fan
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As someone w/severe brain fog & OCD, having the process broken down like this is a game changer
Short version: Describe it like you’re telling someone across the room.
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As someone w/severe brain fog & OCD, having the process broken down like this is a game changer