I’d begun this piece recalling the time my ex made us burritos with mayonnaise for dinner, the potential of that metaphor just too good to pass up. My words had been slow in coming, though, the point of the piece hazy, amorphous, not coming into focus. I wondered whether it was futile looking back, examining this particular past trauma, my slow words perhaps a sign from the universe that I would be better served looking forward, even inward, rather than back.
in lieu of.
in lieu of.
in lieu of.
I’d begun this piece recalling the time my ex made us burritos with mayonnaise for dinner, the potential of that metaphor just too good to pass up. My words had been slow in coming, though, the point of the piece hazy, amorphous, not coming into focus. I wondered whether it was futile looking back, examining this particular past trauma, my slow words perhaps a sign from the universe that I would be better served looking forward, even inward, rather than back.