I didn’t know where I was when I woke up that morning.| thecuriousplatypus.substack.com
I wrote this piece a while back, maybe a year or two into my sobriety journey, and for reasons I can’t really explain, I never felt comfortable posting it.| thecuriousplatypus.substack.com
Today’s post is a little different.| thecuriousplatypus.substack.com
Moving together as if one solid mass they veiled the sky.| thecuriousplatypus.substack.com
If, upon my death, I am shown some sort of life review, I suspect there will be an inordinate number of scenes of me on the toilet.| thecuriousplatypus.substack.com
WARNING: This story delves into sad and confronting themes.| thecuriousplatypus.substack.com
Writing, Love, and Entanglement| thecuriousplatypus.substack.com
The campaign to immortalize a revolutionary creature| thecuriousplatypus.substack.com
Evie and I have it down to a science. . .| thecuriousplatypus.substack.com
A story about a poem, the poem in question, some thank you’s, and an announcement.| The Curious Platypus
A story too strange not to bet on. . .| thecuriousplatypus.substack.com
Greeted by an automated screen, we followed the prompts until the machine spat out a ticket with a number on it – #104.| thecuriousplatypus.substack.com
For the last few years on my birthday, I’ve organized a dinner with my three oldest friends.| thecuriousplatypus.substack.com
The view from our balcony getaway.| thecuriousplatypus.substack.com
After being captured by a moment of whimsy the other day, I decided that before I get back into sharing my regular Curious-Platypus-posts-about-God-only-knows-what – I’d try something a little different.| thecuriousplatypus.substack.com
The Chronic Pain Series| thecuriousplatypus.substack.com
