Nonfiction

Your first word was “uh-oh.” You never looked back.

I have been receiving this DM my entire life.

This moment in the forest is not about the dog or my friend. It is about the pain.

If you put your body in charge it will eventually lead you directly to a Jamba Juice.

When you’re missing out, you already know.

Sometimes the problem is not the person but the things around us, the thing which we are fighting over.

I punched my timecard and sang that Soul Asylum song, counting down the days until I could run away.

I landed on my teeth because my mouth was wide open from laughing.

I love the many ways there are to be a woman, to perform womanness, but I prefer to be a spectator to them.

You take up counting at night when you can’t sleep.