I wonder what my grandma would think of my life right now if she were still here. At the very least, she’d be proud of how hard I’m trying to write even though I keep failing. I think she would have really liked some of the stuff I’ve written. I think she’d tell me my… Continue reading Grandma →

Sometimes you go through something and it hurts and you don’t know how or if you’ll ever recover. But weeks go by and the world moves on and your only option is to move on with it. One day you wake up and your eyes don’t sting from crying and you realize you’ve slept through… Continue reading In case anyone needs to hear this… →

In first grade a boy pulled my hair because he liked me. My sister got proposed to on the playground in second grade by one of her classmates with a fake ring and she came home crying every day. The teacher literally had to call his parents to get him to stop. In sixth grade… Continue reading Man, I Feel Like a Woman →

Sam would've been 21 today. Aside from how blatantly tragic it is that he didn't get to be 21 or 22 or 30 or any older than 17, I feel deeply depressed when I think about all the birthdays we spent completely unaware that there would be so few. For all we know, any birthday… Continue reading When I Think About Birthdays →

Truthfully, I’ve found myself in a bit of a rut. Not because I got my feelings hurt by a boy but because I have a stress disorder. I don’t talk about it much just as I don’t talk about my birth marks or eczema. It’s just part of me. I react to stress in extremes… Continue reading To Go Swimming in Mykonos or to Drown in My Stress Disorder →

There’s that person at work or school or in your friend group from college who you’ve always had a thing for. Let’s call them Alex. Alex is effortlessly attractive and witty and subtly sexy in a way that has built up over time. You’ve finally got the nerve to ask Alex to hang out, you… Continue reading Giving a Shit Lies in the Details →

First, I want to say that the backyard used to be way cooler. You’ll notice the wooden treehouse back there has a faint pink tint on the inside from what appears to be chalk paint... I can assure you I have no idea how that happened. Whoever made that mistake may have heard their dad… Continue reading To the owners of my childhood home: →

I enjoy driving to and from work. It’s an hour out of every day when I can not and should not be doing anything else. I’ve grown to love moments where I have no option of being anywhere but that place in that time even if it sucks. When I’m at home on my computer,… Continue reading It’s fine if you’re not happy →

He’s following his big sister down the sidewalk, fumbling with the handful of Legos that are too big for his little hands. Wait for me, he says. Or did he think it? Can she even hear him? She is only a few steps ahead of him but it feels like he is galaxies away. When… Continue reading A True Story with a Little Projection →

The class of 5th graders I spend every day with has been learning about the Holocaust for the first time in their lives. They were asked to think about what they would bring if they were forced to abandon their lives and go into hiding for a year like the kids we read about in… Continue reading Fleeting Stories →