Fascinating that under a blanket of ice sleep Spring’s new miracles. My father is a gardener, and so I identify with the species that waits until the frost has passed to begin again. Read More
Ready For Love is like The Hunger Games of dating shows. It’s part Bad Girls Club (all these lovely ladies live in a mansion together and get into catty disputes) part The Bachelor (one man dates multiple women at a time as they all reveal porcelain veneers at everything he says and swoon over his boogers and butt hair) part competition (three matchmakers send their groomed ladies off to dating battle and compete amongst each other for best “match”) and part disgusting show of Patriarchy. Read More
I've always been good at school, mostly because I cared, but now that I'm here I'm questioning my route. Read More
John Corrigan has gone where no college male I’ve met has gone before. He talked about periods. And he published it in his college newspaper. Read More
They say living in the past is what causes depression, so have no past. She was choosing to have no past – to not let a person exist only in a former state of her being. Read More
I think about (bleeped out) a lot when I hear certain songs. I wasn’t in love with him, but he was my best friend, and we liked to enter into the same kind of world. Read More
Is this how we’re supposed to grow? Sideways? Out of ourselves? Stretching ourselves all over our lived experiences? Read More
I wear my friends like skin, barely noticing but always encased by their presence. Read More
Your life is so vital. But your life is part of a much larger system. Your life is part of the life of “us.” Read More
I love travel. Mostly because for so long you’re no where. You’re no one. You’re trapped inbetween time. It’s like not existing. Read More