The Mourning Essay
When I was Josh’s age I had driven drunk or ridden drunk more times than I could count. How could I have survived when he didn’t?
November 13, 2023When I was Josh’s age I had driven drunk or ridden drunk more times than I could count. How could I have survived when he didn’t?
November 13, 2023But what I didn’t, or couldn’t, admit to myself in that bathroom stall in Chicago was this: The thought of leaving made me cry harder partly because of how alluring it was, yet at the same time, how impossible.
November 5, 2023I wasn’t sure I was worthy of something so magical. What I had known so far of love was secret and sinister, and made me feel desperate.
November 3, 2023Besides being ineffectual for scrubbing, the blue sponge squicked me out. Bits of food clung to it, penetrating its pores. I tried to get it clean, but fragments remained.
October 30, 2023Every time Cassie grumbled about her supervisor Miranda, she remembered the flight they shared on the way home from Las Vegas.
October 27, 2023As blueberry season ends, here’s what I’ve learned about legacy, tradition, and fake-family.
October 24, 2023“The cops came to arrest and question me!” Michael fumed when he picked me up at the hospital. “They wanted to know what I’d had to do with your attempted suicide. Can you believe that? I was at the police station for nine hours!”
October 21, 2023We were in a heat wave. I basked in AC splendor, on the couch, and for most of the time I could forget about the impending electric bill.
October 19, 2023When denied access to safe abortion, women and adolescent girls with unwanted pregnancies will, as they always have, resort to unsafe, illegal means to terminate the pregnancy.
October 16, 2023The only way Bobby can reach a state of light-heartedness is if he’s high as a kite or having sex, which means the bedroom is the only place where I can win.
October 14, 2023