When I started playing Fallout 4 last spring, I fell hard for this post-apocalyptic Skyrim world and found myself talking about my irradiated farms when people asked me how I was doing IRL. I started posting updates to my group chat so I could act a little more normal in public. Spoilers, etc. March 22… Continue reading The Tato and I: my Fallout 4 journal
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Reading Roundup: January 2020
First, a story. In one of my fall creative writing classes, I volunteered to get my story workshopped early in the term. The only problem: I hadn't written a story yet. I seesawed between topics and ideas for a week until finally--the day before it due--I found my story. Then I wrote like a woman… Continue reading Reading Roundup: January 2020
A small grief on the subject of the body
I got back from a conference in New York late one Wednesday night. I left my bag mostly packed, knowing I'd be back on a train that Friday afternoon to visit friends in New Jersey. On Thursday night I went to see a murder mystery movie; afterward, at my place, my partner made us drinks… Continue reading A small grief on the subject of the body
A small grief on the subject of home
I take a bus to the city where my mother was born to sit with my aunt on her deathbed. Before we go to her, my older cousins drive me to the family house to drop off my single carry-on and maybe eat. “I’m just going to get a glass of water,” I say. “Rinse… Continue reading A small grief on the subject of home
A small grief on the subject of belonging
My aunt passed away this fall--on Thanksgiving Day, actually. It was both sudden and not: she had been sick and struggling for some time and had elected to transition into hospice care, but no one expected to lose her that day, that week. Unlike the rest of us, my aunt was slight in stature, short… Continue reading A small grief on the subject of belonging
Triangles and Quadrants
1. My office is on a street of science centers, so I will occasionally drop by labs to participate in research studies. Lately I've been doing a sequence of smell studies for which I am given a tray of anonymous brown bottles which each contain a few drops of colorless, oily liquid. I have to… Continue reading Triangles and Quadrants
Sara Davis 