Mary Grygiel
Brooklyn-based, Maine-grown storyteller. Unapologetic idealist navigating a tech-dependent career with a healthy skepticism of a tech-dependent world. Her day job is writing about the oceans. She wishes she had more time to paint.
Brooklyn-based, Maine-grown storyteller. Unapologetic idealist navigating a tech-dependent career with a healthy skepticism of a tech-dependent world. Her day job is writing about the oceans. She wishes she had more time to paint.
Yesterday I was kneeling on the floor beside my infant brother, staring into his eyes and trying to make out the shape of my reflection in his pupils. For the first time in my memory, I wondered what it meant to exist. I guess I was weird then, too.