On Buying a Chair
I lie and say that I’ve bought chairs and they’ll take a while to ship. The dust settles in my cart again.
Nine Feet from the Ground
The battalion chief tells me real home intruders “don’t fuck up this badly.”
A Love Letter to December
I’d like to stop and listen to the silence, sit with the stillness, and appreciate the winter for who she is.
A Reunion in Six Parts
I introduced myself and finally learned my inverse’s name: Brooke.
I Was Wrong About My Family
If self-acceptance was so difficult for me, how could I expect acceptance of who I am to be any easier for other people?
Haunted by a Question
I was haunted by the thought of a home that was all around me yet so distant from me.
We Sent Your Car to Live On a Farm
Last year, it got towed while I was in line at the DMV on my birthday.
Chicago Stars
I’ve seen plenty of rats, had many awkward bus rides, and barely missed more trains that I can count.
On Decision Fatigue
Streaming services offer more choices than I’m ever going to be able to watch, there are too many excellent restaurants in Chicago to try, and Instagram serves up too many aesthetics for me to commit to in one lifetime.
Ms. Patete Goes to the Laundromat
I love my in-unit washer and dryer—I have the pictures to prove it.
