Regression
Even after you’re determined to start loving yourself, the world will still echo the same questions and judgements you’ve been using to crush yourself.
My Imagination Runs Wild (Or: Mom, the Manawa Dam Collapsed and I’m Thinking About Grief Again)
A trickle becomes a torrent; a drop in a bucket becomes a catastrophic flood.
The Good Will Hunting Problem
What should we do with good art made by bad people?
Are There Still Beautiful Things?
It is impossibly easy to spot the darkness.
Helplessly Watching
Down in our backyard, lying next to our bushes, was a bird on their back, legs twitching.
Bleeding in Aldi
Now here I was, sweating after a kick to the face, wondering if Gina knew she kicked off of my skull instead of the wall.
By Grace
Luck doesn’t prove virtue.
To DIY a Day
How does one make her sister feel loved when their parents have set the bar so high?
My Journey from Apathetic Independent to Civically Engaged Leftist
I wasn’t competitive enough to care about winning; I wanted to be but I didn’t seem capable of it.
Show to Nowhere
Infinity Train feels like my white whale of media.
