We drank champagne and kissed and held each other at the top of the Eiffel Tower, we watched a woman walk by the Arc du Triumph who threw bread crumbs to streamers of pigeons. Continue reading Our Transatlantic Lesbian Love Story
I discovered that having a race, like having a gender, meant playing a social role. I was being categorized. Continue reading What Are You?
Masterchef is want freed of threat of its conclusion; Masterchef is life without fear of death. It is banal and unending. Continue reading A Grand Vision
I am twelve years old when I realize I am different from the other girls my age. Continue reading Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels
We stood in a circle in our high school’s dirt parking lot, passing a spliff. Continue reading Coffee Mug
We’d pause in parking lots, unfurling plastic bags of convenience store candy. Ninety-nine cents a pop. Continue reading Shotgun
My brothers would lay a couple of blankets on the floor and stick the “WWF Intro Songs” CD we owned into the stereo. We’d walk through the hallway to whatever intro song we picked and wrestle. Continue reading Life is Unfair
If we ever meet again, even if I don’t remember you, I don’t think I would like you.
Continue reading The Eternal Sunshine of My Spotless Mind
Two things can be true at once. Continue reading Book Club: Talking About Sad Girl Nation
All we do is talk up to it and around it and away from it, too. Continue reading I Am That Person Looking For Signs
