The Problem With Parents
Parents have no entitlement to their children’s lives unless they wish to breed mistrust and resentment.
Anna (Zeyveld) Jeffries graduated in 2020 with a degree in mathematics and English literature. Originally from Asheville, NC, she now lives in Lansing, MI with her husband and three ferrets. Besides pursuing her Master’s in Data Science, Anna also enjoys watching BBC murder shows, quoting Frasier, engaging in thoughtful Twitter dialogue, chuckling with gallows humour, and exploring queerness.
by Anna Jeffries | May 27, 2023 | 0 comments
Parents have no entitlement to their children’s lives unless they wish to breed mistrust and resentment.
by Anna Jeffries | Apr 27, 2023 | 0 comments
It’s rarely a good thing to be the guinea pigs for anything.
by Anna Jeffries | Jan 27, 2023 | 0 comments
Stop littering! Stop using hollow cardboard words!
by Anna Jeffries | Dec 27, 2022 | 0 comments
I wish we would pay death its due, despite our reality TV shows and action movies and awful country tunes.
by Anna Jeffries | Nov 27, 2022 | 0 comments
We encourage you to recognize that your grunt labor for them is really grunt labor for us, and we would like to make sure we get as much out of you as possible before allowing you to limp away free.
by Anna Jeffries | Oct 27, 2022 | 1 comment
Michael Scott is a menace and I still don’t know how his character became so fucking popular among millennials.
by Anna Jeffries | Sep 27, 2022 | 0 comments
I have always wanted to believe in a generous God. But I am also afraid.
by Anna Jeffries | Aug 27, 2022 | 0 comments
Remember how infuriating that person who wouldn’t pass in the passing lane was? Don’t be that person.
by Anna Jeffries | Jul 27, 2022 | 0 comments
I don’t know this new brain of mine or what I can do with it. I didn’t know my Lexapro brain or my Zoloft brain, either.
by Anna Jeffries | Jun 27, 2022 | 1 comment
You sit inside the dedicated four walls that purportedly house the holy body, but your own body feels bad because you’ve been led to believe you can’t feel anything else.
by Anna Jeffries | May 27, 2022 | 0 comments
Maybe he just wasn’t hungry enough. Maybe I am too hungry.
by Anna Jeffries | Apr 27, 2022 | 0 comments
There’s a lot of delicate ground around when one is something “enough” to take up the rainbow.
by Anna Jeffries | Mar 27, 2022 | 1 comment
I feel as though I ought to have a more bold and discrete position.
by Anna Jeffries | Feb 27, 2022 | 2 comments
I know it’s not a popular thing—to say I am against eating plant foods
by Anna Jeffries | Jan 27, 2022 | 0 comments
The way that people come together for a prolonged moment around music is kind of bizarre.
by Anna Jeffries | Dec 27, 2021 | 0 comments
Hathaway has his head and Lewis has his heart, and together they make a force to be reckoned with.
by Anna Jeffries | Oct 27, 2021 | 1 comment
I’ve started considering that there’s more to the idea than just talking to flight agents and snapping at my husband.
by Anna Jeffries | Sep 27, 2021 | 2 comments
I always find it such a nasty shock when friends of my heart become friends of the road and quickly recede in my rearview mirror.
by Anna Jeffries | Aug 27, 2021 | 1 comment
I didn’t ask to be stuck with all these other fans.
by Anna Jeffries | Jul 27, 2021 | 2 comments
I don’t want to believe that this is going to be adulthood forever, a thick haze of inertia.
by Anna Jeffries | Jun 27, 2021 | 1 comment
And blah blah blah, we all know the analytic drill here.
by Anna Jeffries | May 27, 2021 | 1 comment
Trying to be a one hundred percent Christian is exhausting and impossible.
by Anna Jeffries | Apr 27, 2021 | 7 comments
To say there is nothing of value in popular, accessible literature read by many in their formative young adult years is narrow, elitist, and preposterous.
by Anna Jeffries | Mar 27, 2021 | 2 comments
There is no loneliness like the loneliness in our own strangeness and darkness.
by Anna Jeffries | Feb 27, 2021 | 4 comments
I love my two little carpet sharks with all of my heart, but being a ferrant is exhausting.
by Anna Jeffries | Jan 27, 2021 | 3 comments
No one wants to say “Hey, my relationship with food is deeply broken!”
by Anna Jeffries | Dec 27, 2020 | 1 comment
Emotional breakdowns are always such a bother.
by Anna Jeffries | Nov 27, 2020 | 3 comments
If arsenic is a woman’s weapon—whether to kill others or to beautify oneself—Lively’s character embraces the poison.
by Anna Jeffries | Oct 27, 2020 | 3 comments
Am I really supposed to make a purple sandwich out of this mess?
by Anna Jeffries | Sep 27, 2020 | 3 comments
I’m not sure if that makes me a “bad feminist” in the same way that wanting a perfect body made Fleabag a “bad feminist,” but I wish I had known more about RBG when I was younger