338 was the number assigned to me, and to others who were there before and after me. I’ve never met another 338, but maybe this story will finally reach one. I hope they’re okay, whoever they are.
Three more chapters have been added to 338: A Memoir by Andrea Afra. If you’ve been following along, you can click here to pick up where you left off—Chapter 7: Jimbo. Read Chapters 1-9 now in the original post or wait a bit longer for the full
Three more chapters set free… you can read them now in the original post or wait a few more weeks until the remaining chapters are released.
338 was the number assigned to me, and to others who were there before and after me. I’ve never met another 338, but maybe this story will finally reach one. I hope they’re okay, whoever they are. And if you’ve ever been there, no matter your number, I hope you’re okay now too.
Well, it’s been a while since I’ve written anything and I know I should have updated my page sooner but I’ve been busy offline and outdoors. And I’m loving it. Somehow in the past 6 months, I found myself surrounded by plants, mainly succulents, and decided
Alpha Thoughts: Taming the runaway thought-dogs we call intrusive thoughts… This is a recap of a dialogue between myself and another anonymous internet stranger in search of help with intrusive thoughts. After several affirmations from others that the advice I offered this person hit home for them
It’s one of nature’s most impressive displays of metamorphosis even without knowing all the science behind the transformation, but once you realize what all transpires inside the chrysalis, and ponder how it parallels our own lives, it’s impossible to not be blown away…
Sometimes the universe has a way with timing and coincidences that cannot be explained. We witness small happenings that don’t seem relevant when relaying them to someone else, and rarely do we have a witness nearby to collaborate the occurrence. I try to keep up with these
Diego drank first then poured a cup for his wife. They’ve held these ceremonies every Friday for the last eight years and yet she still had a pained expression as she swallowed the drink. A woman assisting with the ceremony went next. Lucy followed. She looked beautiful and serious in the candlelight. Then it was my turn.