Miss Wind·Nov 16, 2025When I Heard My Story in Some Else’s SongWhen I listen to Little Runaway by Celeste, it feels like memory. Like sitting in a room full of echoes, all the versions of me whispering…
Miss Wind·Nov 12, 2025Sitting With My FatherThe last time I saw my dad, he was living at the Wheeler Mission, a homeless shelter in downtown Indianapolis. That was 2021. Every…
Miss Wind·Sep 11, 2025Thoughts and feelings“The world is a tragedy to those who feel, but a comedy to those who think.” — Horace Walpole
Miss Wind·Jul 28, 2025“Personal” by J. Black: A Creative Novel That Hit Way Too Close to Homelike i felt that shit personally.
Miss Wind·Jul 8, 2025Seeing my father, Seeing myself.There came a point in my healing when I stopped needing to prove I was nothing like him. My father.A response icon1A response icon1
