I tear the tips off my nails. I bite on my cuticles until they’re raw, and damaged. I’m raw and damaged, like the clothes I…
I tear the tips off my nails. I bite on my cuticles until they’re raw, and damaged. I’m raw and damaged, like the clothes I…
When I look in the mirror I don’t always see myself. When I talk to my reflection I’m not sure if she’s listening. Half the…
Once upon a time, I overheard a writer say, No one cares to publish stories by mothers. I felt my stomach gather into knots. I…
I showered. The water ran hot. Their waffles were perfectly toasted. She ate all but one slice of banana. He set a new record on…
I didn’t always want to be a writer. I dreamed of becoming a dancer, a singer, a model—someone visible and of importance. My television screen…
