I feel like all of my diary entries are childish and unimportant.
When I see that Carrie Mae Weems moved out at 16 and became a professional artist, and that I’m nearly 30 and still writing about petty arguments, I realize I need to get my shit together.
Sally Garnatah writes silly things. Some of Sally’s stories are true. For legal purposes, consider all of these posts to be … autofiction, if you can stomach that kind of quasi-pretentious literary stuff. Sally doesn’t read autofiction, though. She’s too much of a country girl. You can find her down by the Tennessee River, out in the woods, standing in a sorghum field — or you can find her right here, on her blog. View all posts by Sally
Jamais Mayville