Shotgun
We’d pause in parking lots, unfurling plastic bags of convenience store candy. Ninety-nine cents a pop. Continue reading Shotgun
Category: Nonfiction
What I Thought About Normal People
What if things go south and you’re reminded that there wasn’t even technically anything there to be upset about in the first place? Continue reading What I Thought About Normal People
My old pants don’t fit me anymore
I am in probably the most stable period of my entire life and yet somehow I am longing for a time where I was skinnier, but absolutely miserable. Continue reading My old pants don’t fit me anymore
Real-life Coping Mechanisms, Let’s Discuss
If you’re tired of being scared about the state of the actual world, perhaps try instead being scared of a haunted murderous lake woman and metaphorical mouse traps. Continue reading Real-life Coping Mechanisms, Let’s Discuss
Lovesick, Sick of Love, or Just [mentally] Ill?
I think of my experiences as being packed into a big, clunky suitcase that I haul with me wherever ago. This suitcase is kind of old and might be a little overstuffed, but it is mine to carry. Of course, everyone brings baggage into relationships — I just have a specific kind. Continue reading Lovesick, Sick of Love, or Just [mentally] Ill?
The Unbearable Paradox of Deadlines
I’m blacklisted from at least two library networks. Continue reading The Unbearable Paradox of Deadlines
Say What?
Nirvana had it wrong. We should not in fact be all apologies. Continue reading Say What?
Photoshopping My Ex-boyfriends Out of Photos
It’s like in movies when someone time travels and accidentally makes it so that someone wasn’t born. Except they were born. And they treated you like garbage. Continue reading Photoshopping My Ex-boyfriends Out of Photos
Life is Unfair
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
A Dispatch From My Second Summer Gardening
I wondered whether the mail carrier had noticed I’d planted new flowers in the bed by the driveway. Continue reading A Dispatch From My Second Summer Gardening