I’m Running With Scissors
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.
One Body Dysmorphic
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.
Hunger
Maybe he just wasn’t hungry enough. Maybe I am too hungry.
The Promise is Not Vain
There’s a lot of delicate ground around when one is something “enough” to take up the rainbow.
Skins and Friends
I feel as though I ought to have a more bold and discrete position.
Monocropping and Me
I know it’s not a popular thing—to say I am against eating plant foods
Strangers in the Night
The way that people come together for a prolonged moment around music is kind of bizarre.
Inspector Lewis and the Ordinary
Hathaway has his head and Lewis has his heart, and together they make a force to be reckoned with.
A Reformed Protestant in Purgatory
I’ve started considering that there’s more to the idea than just talking to flight agents and snapping at my husband.
On the Road Again
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.
My Love/Hate Relationship with Lorde
I didn’t ask to be stuck with all these other fans.
Shorting Creative Outlets
I don’t want to believe that this is going to be adulthood forever, a thick haze of inertia.
Francis and Me
And blah blah blah, we all know the analytic drill here.
Hardening My Heart
Trying to be a one hundred percent Christian is exhausting and impossible.
In Defense of YA
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.
Of Monsters and Men
There is no loneliness like the loneliness in our own strangeness and darkness.
Being a Parent with No Maternal Instinct
I love my two little carpet sharks with all of my heart, but being a ferrant is exhausting.
On Being a Chef with an Eating Disorder
No one wants to say “Hey, my relationship with food is deeply broken!”
Rejoicing in the Dark
Emotional breakdowns are always such a bother.
Poison, Powersuits, and Blake Lively
If arsenic is a woman’s weapon—whether to kill others or to beautify oneself—Lively’s character embraces the poison.
“Hello, Zuko Here.”
Am I really supposed to make a purple sandwich out of this mess?
Ruth Bader Ginsburg and Me
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
No Couple is an Island
No one tells you that the challenge of finding friends and creating community extends beyond just high school, beyond just university.
I’m a Minority with White Privilege
I feel stuck because I don’t feel like I have a valid voice to address either side of my racial and cultural heritage.
