Pure joy & great smells.

We don’t only worry about ourselves.

Original poetry by Liz.

Some of my most vivid memories are tied to smoking.

One of the things I’ve been grieving is the chosen family I’m no longer certain I ever truly had.

Original flash fiction by Liz.

Whether people ask if I’m from the Midwest or the South, I say yes.

On memory, trauma, and forgetting.