LiminalPie
Short stories for people becoming.
Not quite therapy. Not quite fiction. These are almost-remembered moments told just at the edge of knowing.
→ Before You Begin → What is LiminalPie? → Walk into the Story
Short stories for people becoming.
Not quite therapy. Not quite fiction. These are almost-remembered moments told just at the edge of knowing.
→ Before You Begin → What is LiminalPie? → Walk into the Story
You will not be rushed here.
This is not a place for fixing, solving, or optimizing.
There are no outcomes to chase. No steps to master. No correct interpretations.
You are allowed to arrive unsure. To linger at the doorway. To hesitate. To not know what you’re feeling just yet.
Here, you may find stories that echo something unfinished in you—something beautiful and half-remembered. Even if you do not know what the stories "mean". This is the place for that.
They aren’t meant to explain.
They’re meant to stay with you.
I promise to write with reverence for your inner world. I won’t be proscriptive about what matters to you. But I’ll try to create spaces where it can rise.
In return, I ask only this:
I’ll meet you there.
This is story as ritual. Memory as mirror. And pause as a sacred technology.
LiminalPie exists for the moments in a life that don’t fit cleanly into beginnings or endings—the moments between identities, decisions, or names.
The stories here are written in first person past tense. Not because they are true. But because they want to be remembered.
They don’t instruct. They don’t resolve. They don’t promise to make you better. They are here to be walked through, like a fogged glass corridor—where the sound of your own footsteps may surprise you.
I am a psychologist by training, a listener by nature, and a spellcaster by aspiration. I believe in language as a vessel: for grief, for awakening, for strange forms of knowing.
And I believe that a single well-held moment—a moment where you feel something that doesn’t have a label yet—can be more healing than a dozen correct explanations.
This is a place for those moments. If you are here, you are not too late.
“I wasn’t late. They just arrived early.”
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