Natalie LaFrance Slack·Sep 22, 2025FallI am twelve years old when my sister and I fly to California to visit my grandparents north of Sacramento. We’d spent a few days on the…
Natalie LaFrance Slack·Jul 30, 2024Jesus weptJesus wept about the time the corn was knee high and the hail had come through when the dogs were skeletons sleeping in on a ruddy…
Natalie LaFrance Slack·Apr 24, 2024Travel Journal: What a GiftWhat a gift I think as I hurdle, for the 19th flying hour over the last 80 or so. What a gift to travel, to see, taste, experience.
Natalie LaFrance Slack·Apr 6, 2024Aphantasia: Memento Mori & MoreMy different, disordered, disabled, mind’s eye.
Natalie LaFrance Slack·Apr 4, 2024This is my Acceptance Speech:On libraries and finishing and the things we become.A response icon1A response icon1
Natalie LaFrance Slack·Apr 3, 2024nomonoI’ve been saying who I was since I was two years old and one imaginary friend wasn’t enough by eleven I’d created entire casts of…
Natalie LaFrance Slack·Apr 3, 2024The Meat of ItOn Dying and Living and the Utility of Ugliness or What My Nana Once Said
Natalie LaFrance Slack·Mar 31, 2024LiliesI killed the Easter lilies I was sent when she died this time a sun spin ago potted plants and frozen blooms wilting wanting like my first…
Natalie LaFrance Slack·Jan 7, 2024The roadAll I know is that I can usually see what’s coming down the road even from a different state on a different back road even when the…
