Vivian McInernyTwo-Minute Memories: Dead Bird(Memory doesn’t follow a neat, linear timeline. Writing down quick bits.)Jul 22, 2019Jul 22, 2019
Vivian McInernyFlash Memoir: How art saved me from myselfArt was there. We were there because few places tolerated sixteen year olds with bad Bowie cuts and snarky mouths and spiky attitudes…May 4, 2020May 4, 2020
Vivian McInernyImagining the Dead: At age six, I didn’t see but sensed dead peopleSummer crept into the edges of May. The classroom felt stuffy. Decades of dust hid in the spaces between the floorboards. It permeated the…Jan 8, 2021Jan 8, 2021
