Mutha.

It is my great great honor to be published in Mutha Magazine!

Here’s an excerpt…

Last night I remembered something a friend send to me, something to the effect of “Mirrors aren’t for reminding yourself who you are. Trust yourself. Mirrors are for checking if you have shit in your teeth.”

So I’d slip back into my past as a way to preserve myself. I know I existed back then. I shall go back and live there.

I’d end up with an ex-boyfriend standing in the snow watching it turn yellow with pee. There. I’ve not disappeared. I can see myself in snow. I can smell piss. I can feel the cold. I am alive.

How much we do to survive. The lengths we will go to not disappear.

I think a lot about what people do to survive in the world and how easy it is to judge them for it.

“She dropped out of such a good school and with such a promising future. She took a job at a restaurant and stayed there for over ten years with that education. She is with an ex-boyfriend that can’t even look her in the eye.”

Survival, all of it.