Finding Home
We could’ve seen the excessive nail-marks in the wall as holes, but we chose to see them as opportunities—convenient holders for tiki umbrellas during our tropical-themed party.
Terminal Restlessness
But grown women usually don’t wail on an eight-hour flight over the Atlantic.
Healing Girl Summer
I’ve dubbed this summer as “healing girl summer” (instead of the trendy and probably more fun, TikTok-approved hot girl summer).
Hey Susannah, You Don’t Need to Carry Everyone’s Backpacks
Well okay, Stephen Sondheim, just go ahead and call me right out.
Cohabitating My Way to Hell
My friend had just described a hypothetical scenario of someone living in direct opposition to the laws of the church, and there I was, right beside him, living that life, deserving of reprimand.
The Cost of Purity Rhetoric
My obsession with that unattainable purity led me to fear the only vessel I was given to experience this world.
Legacy America
I remember thinking, with all the considerable certainty that a fifteen-year-old can muster, that if this doesn’t change us, nothing will.
On the Sinking Ship
Decrying my job seems particularly ironic as a virtual teacher.
A Teacher’s Farewell
I never thought I would need to make an explicit rule banning headlocks, but you guys proved me wrong.
Green, Gold, and Red Tape
But if you manage to complete this step, you’re pre-qualified. You’ve qualified to see if you qualify.
