This Time Last Year

This Time Last Year

This time last year, I was in the produce aisle of the grocery store. I reached for the raspberries on the bottom shelf, my hand shaking with the remnants of too much caffeine. Unprocessed and unexpected, grief had come for me earlier that morning. I’d tried to stave...
You’re Allowed To Move On

You’re Allowed To Move On

God & Man You’re allowed to move on. To move on from a life that has done nothing but bruise you. To move on from a friend who has done nothing but belittle you. And to move on from a past lover, who did nothing but break you. There’s nothing wrong...
Playing Prostitute

Playing Prostitute

My new best friend Madeline is a prostitute. I have a love/hate relationship with Madeline: I love spending time with her and hearing all of her crazy sex stories, but I also hate her because I’m like, “It’s so annoying that you are you, because I want to be you...