Notes from a Near Southerner
University of South Carolina, not United States Chicken
Chappell Roan Helped Me Love My Gayness
My hands shook as we waited for another three hours on a field in Charleston to see someone who at this point could still be a mythical creature.
The Bright Side of Bachelorette Parties
We all pause our lives, deplete finances, but we are replenished in the ways that matter most.
The Man and The Monster
There is security in thinking that I don’t own a gun or make prejudicial proclamations to my friends or have a backwoods-y bowl-cut. If I can see a villain, I can know I’m not one.
Reasonable Rebekah
I am a 5’6” (and ¼”) self-contained universe bumping against the fringes of being-hood. There is no purpose in questioning a slab of reflection for answers only found beyond it.
