Oysters, pearls, and a cursed spelunk

MoP #6: A vexatious memory and a missing file

So, there I was newly aware that in my three-parter on grief, I had skirted real sharing in favor of relating.

That didn’t seem as open as I like to think I am… but surely, it was just a phenomenon specific to that piece though.

“I mean, I am a SHARER, am I not? Do I not vomit up all kinds of deeply personal shit? Oh, I do. I DO. I share. I’m an open boo…