2017 is nipping at my heels. The end of my 35th year is following closely in its wake. This year I’ve had fewer monster cold sores than in past years; I’ve had less cystic […]
Writing, life, the writing life, and other miscellanea
Category: Personal Essay
Criteria Four
When I was 27, I spent six months sleeping in a quaint Parisian apartment. When I was 25, I spent a summer sleeping on a tatami mat in Tokyo. At 32, I spent a month […]
The Shame Project
If you have been reading this blog, you might have wondered: what’s this all about? Well, hold on to your hats, you’re about to find out. I started this blog for the following reasons: 1. Since […]
This is Not Your Average Family
continued from Lucky… I’m interested in the ways we can subvert the status quo when it isn’t working, which is almost always for most people. I’m also interested in what it means to be a […]
A Room of My Own
Poverty is wearing me thin. I say this with a full awareness that I have never experienced true poverty. I have grown up with so many advantages and so many opportunities. As I write this, […]
Seeking Sterilization
I just watched a video of a tubal ligation on youtube. Throbbing bile-colored masses, shiny pink walls, vascular cavities leading to pursed holes, bulging skin slick with blood and water. The inside of the body […]
Long December
I have terrible taste in music. My ex-boyfriend said this and I agree. He said that part of the reason he fell in love with me was because of my great taste in literature and […]
Why I’m Bringing Teenage Me Back
Teenager me did whatever the fuck she wanted. She rollerbladed around her neighbourhood at night in her bra and underwear, just because she damn well could. She dared herself to run all the way to the high school and back while naked and wearing only rubber boots, laughing and shrieking. Teenage me was fucking alive.
Girl in Bed
On a dreary November Saturday I’m lying in bed, watching Bojack Horseman on Netflix. I’m lying on my side embracing a human-sized pillow and tousling a pug’s tail. Life’s not bad. Maybe it is the […]
Maps of Home
Back when we were young, my siblings and I used to play a game called ‘torture’. Sounds fun, right? Being the oldest of the brood, you can imagine what role I got to play. With […]