I’ve done like I said I’d do a year ago. I found my community. I spent time making sure to heal, from a lifetime of hurts. Now, I’m looking to connect.
Every prediction people make is a kind of fantasy. Even if your fantasy comes true, it only becomes real when it happens.
I’m doing my best to spend time with people who fantasize about better tomorrows. Because they know those hopes motivate us in the present to make them real.
That’s not utopianism.
It’s one of the keys to human survival.
Fred speaking on this
Growing up as the only kid who looked like him in a small, unkind town — and the unlikely place an escape route showed up.
Written for a parent worried about their own child — about a family that went quiet after a loss, and the long process of learning to speak again.
Why he stopped celebrating his birthday, and what nearly thirty years of strange, sudden loss taught him about staying alive.
A childhood nighttime visitor, a phrase he didn’t understand until years later, and a piece of his family’s history he didn’t know he was carrying.