Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Emily resisted going to bed. She wasn’t ready for the onslaught of thoughts waiting behind closed eyes. She typed his name into the search bar. This time, the top result wasn’t his LinkedIn profile. It was an obituary. Colon cancer. Four months ago. Four months. He’d been dead for four Read more
Isn’t it always and hasn’t it always been a voice answering a voice? The voice outside with its multiple morning voices of bluebird and robin and finch, the evening canticles of owls, the polyrhythms of crickets, the drone of the tanpura wind in the tops of distant trees like a Read more
They say I am too much, too grand in my gestures, too slick with shine, as if my smile is lacquered on like paint over rot. As if my joy was tearing at the seams. They accuse —pretender, actress, But I know this: I have never been more true than Read more
Sleep calls to me, and so does my son. In a minute. The cup of water and belly — full. Teeth — flossed and brushed. Potty — twice for good measure. Sharky and Moose — each one stuffed under the arm. Star Wars fleece — just over the knees. Stories Read more
Before the rising, there was excruciating silence. A million deaths beneath the skin—unnamed, insistent. Felt keenly, ignored. Then came the cracking—full, unrelenting—no gentle undoing. Only the collapse of all self-abandonment once held together. She watched, relegated to the back seat as mind and soul retreated from the noise. Choosing solitude Read more
These are the best days of my life, while I long for sleep and my daughter eats only scrambled eggs for two weeks straight. I was so young when the economy crashed I had nothing to lose, and still, I had everything. Have you ever cried it out? I have Read more
For some, you will never quite be enough: “Too smart, too bold, too tough, Too thin, too flat, too nice, too meek, Too loud, too wild, too flawed, too weak.” Like leeches, their words drain the joy from your soul, Stripping self-love, leaving you unwhole. “To fix the body, to Read more
It started with a ten-second reel of Sabrina Carpenter dancing, with text across the video that read: “I was definitely born in the right generation. I love telling men to “STFU.” I laughed. I reposted it. Then I went back to working on my MFA application. But somewhere between crafting Read more