Chelsey Albert
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Finding Frida
There she was. In an art museum. In Nashville. On a Tuesday. Sobbing like an idiot. The security guard surveyed her with exasperation as she hiccupped and sniffled, while attempting a small wave in a half-hearted display of sanity. His eyes widened with the expression one uses when dealing with the slightly unbalanced, he gave her a wan smile and nodded back.
By Chelsey Albert2 years ago in Fiction
In Defense of the People We No Longer Speak to
Are we still mad at Trump? I guess the better question is “Are we still mad at the people who liked him?” This week, I got an email blast from some Facebook guru who got into my email list because of a quiz that asked “What is Your Creative Spirit Animal?” I confess, as a Millennial, I’m a sucker for a good (or even bad) personality quiz, but I digress.
By Chelsey Albert3 years ago in The Swamp