Already an Archivist
“It’s just a hobby.” She utters the word by default. Someone notices the paintings stacked in the corner, the photographs pinned to…
Essays and reflections on building and tending a personal archive of your own life, materials, and memory.
“It’s just a hobby.” She utters the word by default. Someone notices the paintings stacked in the corner, the photographs pinned to…
The camera comes out even before the feeling does. Before grief has settled into the body, it is already a caption. Before…
She is still here. You can find her if you search. The woman you were six months ago, a year ago, before…
There is a box somewhere in most women’s lives. Sometimes it’s an actual cardboard box, pushed to the back of a closet,…
There is a moment before the words come. It is quiet, but not peaceful. It is the moment when your body remembers…