A Period of Juvenile Prosperity: Musings on Mike Brodie’s Photography

We don't own our suffering.  It feels like we do. Like it belongs to us. As if it were a lump of clay, sculpted by our own hands, each curve and indentation revealing the pain moving through … [Read more...]

Heroin(e): A Love Story

This is different than anything I've posted on Sprinter Life before.  It's long, confessional, and due to content and language, possibly inappropriate for children. It may not even be appropriate … [Read more...]