Even though we don’t talk anymore, You were once a really important part of my life I’m doing what I love, and I’m doing really well. But seeing you happy, working hard, and following your dreams makes me smile too. It’s okay to hang on. This post is part of the A-Z Challenge. My theme…
She wears a fleece jester hat when it gets cold and she hugs me tightest when I need it the most. She was supposed to write a poem to a stranger, but she wrote it to me, a new friend, instead, wondering aloud how to pronounce my last name and apologizing for bailing on my…
When I mess up, and lord knows I mess up, all I want to do is unzip my skin. My mistake envelops me, creating a membrane of someone else–someone who isn’t a good friend, someone who hurts others. When I mess up, I confront my mistakes. I lay myself out, raw, unzipped, uncovered, unprotected. I just…
I am from suburbia where the PTAs are a little too involved where people are dangerously unconcerned about crime where not playing soccer somehow made me inferior where kids have never even seen the inside of a city bus I am from eating Indian curry and Thai stir-fry instead of hamburgers and spaghetti and multiple…
I remember the hydrangea bush in the backyard, a source for many pretend-wedding bouquets. I remember the sleeve of stale saltines. I remember choking on irony and tragedy as the vet told me she’d finally feel relief right before she died. I remember the ungodly amounts of scotch tape my grandmother used to adhere red…
When I tell her, “Friend, I can’t call you that anymore. You’re toxic and I’m drowning in open water,” I imagine her toes disappearing into her fuzzy bath mat, her fingers curled around a razor, cursing how they’re both disposable. I imagine her blood sticking to her forearms, a welcoming sign of life, a guarantee…
Today is my 19th birthday. Every year I feel like I’ve been that age FOREVER and it’s weird to finally become another year older, since I constantly feel older than my birthdate indicates. But here I am. 19. It’s been a hard year. Let’s just say it was a lot easier to come up with…
I remember the photo I should’ve taken–two teenage girls in plaid skirts chatting and leaning on a police barricade as if it was no big deal. I remember the bizarrely empty 2am bus. I remember not expecting forgiveness. I remember not being forgiven. I remember sitting with her on the back patio, hating every single sound she spoke and…
For the final day of the A-Z Challenge, I’m featuring another guest blogger. Welcome Minnat from Yours Truly, Minnat! The dictionary has two different definitions for zenith: 1. the point on the celestial sphere vertically above a given position or observer 2. a highest point or state; culmination. I tend to focus on the latter definition. I…
Today I’m featuring another A-Z Challenge guest blogger. Welcome Catherine from Never Stationary! Networking seems to be both inevitable and essential to my daily life here in college. If you’re not joining a sorority for the sisterhood, you’re joining for the social connections. They can get you many things, from access to a party to an…
Victim to Charm 