What can I teach you, my beautiful, fierce daughter? What have you already learned that I never wanted you to?
Author: emily bobo
20 true words
A deer chased me on the 6-flags-over-Jesus’s meditation walk. Seriously. Ran at me. Stamped. Huffed. Retreated. Repeat. For. 6. minutes.
20 true words
My chiropractor and I have the same back massager. Only, he uses his to massage people’s backs. That’s– one use.
the 20 true words project
This is my project–in the spirit of Jack Handy’s “Deep Thoughts” on SNL–20 true words/day. Will you write with me?
20 true words
Why does the image of decayed wealth— rusty iron gate, overgrown stone-walled garden, and falling-down, dark-windowed Queen Anne—haunt us?
20 true words
Waiting on a storm, the stillness weighs heavily. Pressure builds, drops bodily. Like distant lightning, my wrists crackle and pop.
20 true words
Let me speak plain. I want to be understood. I want to understand. I want to write from love alone.
20 true words
Tuesday’s hangover: cats that sound like children crying, “Mama!” coffee, laundry, bagel, coffee, Wordle, yoga, cat boxes, laundry, laundry, laundry.
20 true words
Gratitude list: health, shelter, family, frozen foods—nuggets, fish sticks—because we do not have to hunt or kill anything.
20 true words
I thought my story was a tragedy. I was wrong. I am in a comedy. I am a fucking novel.