Renee Rigdon
Bio
Artist, Aquarian, active in my recovery.
Lexington, Ky
Stories (5/0)
Familiar and Foreign Caul
I first met the barn owl in the depths of one of the dark and bottomless nights that followed the burial of my husband, my only family, who in death had yet to visit, though I often wandered our small property, endlessly seeking his spirit. I hoped at least to be transmuted to a form that could survive his unsurvivable passing, and in this alchemy to find access to his ghost.
By Renee Rigdon2 years ago in Fiction
Subscription Boxes and Infinite Delight
In the past year, COVID-19 has tested us with stress, and stress-tested our coping mechanisms. I don’t drink anymore (quitting five months before a global pandemic was AN AMAZING IDEA) so when faced with uncertainty and isolation, I do what many people choose to do: I shop.
By Renee Rigdon3 years ago in Lifehack
The F***-It Buckets
It’s spring cleaning time! Time to dust off the tchotchkes and dust off those organizational skills that we put on hold eleven months out of the year. Time to dig deep and dig yourself out from a lifetime of accumulated clutter into piles of trash, donate, and keep. Scores of self-help books and articles are springing (eh? eh?) up everywhere, ready to help you maximize and simplify your space.
By Renee Rigdon3 years ago in Lifehack
Pearl
The day the little black book came to me wasn’t exceptional, except for the small fact that it changed my entire life. I had just stepped outside into the biting cold, cursing as the condensation from my breath into my mask fogged my glasses. An older woman--a customer leaving the store at the same time I was, tapped gently at my elbow. I turned to look down at her. Between the scarf around her head, her mask, her voluminous shawl, and her shabby winter coat, she was fully swathed in a circus of bright and clashing colors.
By Renee Rigdon3 years ago in Families