The navigational chip in my head got knocked. I need instructions for which way to turn at the end of the driveway. Can’t locate the bathroom in the yoga studio. Forget where my best friend lives. Even after a year, I need the vigilance of Google Map Woman to make it to the location of my weekly Spanish group. I don’t hold the city grid in my body—topographical disorientation. The place cells in my hippocampus lost. Wayfinder skills nonexistent. I live in a micro- directional landscape with room for where I am and not for where I am going. I don’t like driving with people since I need full concentration to get from A to B and get embarrassed when I don’t know how to get to B, C, D. When I say I don’t know where Gallup Park is and the person gives cross streets and the school nearby, or even worse, the compass-oriented clan tell me it’s on the southeast side of town on the north side of the street, I learn to nod and say yes, yes I do know where that is since those navigational types take I don’t know as a challenge and don’t give up until I am the star on the map
you are here.
- The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: I Can Tell You The Version That Will Make You Take My Side by J Brooke - September 4, 2026
- The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: I Can Tell You The Version That Will Make You Take My Side by J Brooke - September 3, 2026
- The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed: I Can Tell You The Version That Will Make You Take My Side by J Brooke - September 2, 2026



