It was two days before I left for a semester in London. I was sitting on the couch in my basement, drinking a glass of red wine…… Read more “Wifi & Marriage”
Category: Personal Essay
An Acquired Taste
I drove home from a date on the cusp of tears. I wanted to cry, but the interior flood gates remained shut. It seemed like a perfect…… Read more “An Acquired Taste”
When Lipstick Fails You
The smell of hot garlic butter and shrimp traveled from the kitchen to my bedroom. It was a Sunday afternoon and I had just showered. I had…… Read more “When Lipstick Fails You”
In New York City There is Nobody
It was the beginning of January in New York City and I couldn’t think of any good reasons to get out of bed. In my defense, my…… Read more “In New York City There is Nobody”
The Sadness We Demand
Some men love me. Some love me like a daughter. Some love me because I am their daughter. Some love me when I wear denim, call me…… Read more “The Sadness We Demand”
First Impressions: Capri, Italy
There is no word for what it feels like to wake up on an island, but there should. I rested my head on Meg’s shoulder, mouth-breathing and…… Read more “First Impressions: Capri, Italy”
If you love her, I’ll see it
Tonight, everyone in my family is having dinner with someone they haven’t seen in a long time. My dad and I. My mom and her best friend.…… Read more “If you love her, I’ll see it”
to the first boy who didn’t love me, please forgive me
This essay was originally written for a creative writing class in 2018. We were encouraged to play with the format. Enjoy. It is a debilitating mindset: between…… Read more “to the first boy who didn’t love me, please forgive me”
When Goodness Crumbles
I don’t remember how often I’d cry. Maybe two or three times a week. Tears swelled behind my eyes like a sudden pregnancy of grief. Then, equally…… Read more “When Goodness Crumbles”
My mother has never been left on read
Every morning I fight the urge to check Instagram. I know I shouldn’t start my day like this, but it is difficult to combat the desire. Typically,…… Read more “My mother has never been left on read”
Bee Abundant 