When something terrible happens, as It often does, I find myself reaching for things I used to love. I have always been a bit of a hoarder. My desk is buried in notebooks I’ve kept since the 4th grade, stones from beaches around the world, bottle openers that I haven’t used since I’ve been sober,Continue reading “Sort of a Review: A Wind in the Door (Madeleine L’Engle)”
My name is Tillie and I need to scream.
Tillie's Void 