It’s the stone sunk in the belly. The moment the airplanes wheels touch the ground and you become a creature of mud and earth again.   Maybe its’ relief, maybe a lack of belief in what you can’t touch. You pen long letters to the feeling, hoping to find proof of your faith somewhere in…

If you’re like me and spend a probably questionable chunk of your daylight hours on Twitter, you’ve probably seen those tweets floating around that all say some iteration of “Nobody owes you anything.” They don’t you owe their time, respect, conversation, support, etc. Some tweets go as far as including family and friends in this.…

I haven’t been writing that much lately. Snatches of poetry here and there, half-finished pieces crowding the notes app on my phone. It’s not exactly writer’s block. It’s something else: happiness. I’m about to get real corny for a moment, so if you’re bitter/don’t like joy/are disgusted by sincerity, please skip to the next paragraph.…

The Apolitico: This is the dude who never wants to talk about politics. He’s white and straight and cis and hails from Connecticut. He didn’t mean to end up in DC. He’s a programmer or works some kind of finance job you don’t really care to understand, even though he explains it multiple times over $16…

I never though quarter (or mid) life crises were real. I understand the anxieties about getting older and I understood crises all too well. But I always attributed quarter life crises to the ennui of youth, the low wages and high anxiety lifestyle of millennials and societal norms shifting. For mid life crises I thought…

My 22nd birthday honestly feels like it happened centuries ago, and I don’t feel close in any way to the person I was at this time last year. But that’s what we call growth, honey. Here’s my annual reflective post of yet another year that I have managed to survive. Getting over trauma doesn’t mean…

I rediscovered my love of fantasy my junior year of college. I say re-discovered because high fantasy (think magic, fae, and monarchy) were my bread and butter growing up. Since I was a kid before Netflix, wasn’t into video games, and didn’t have Nickelodeon or Cartoon Network until middle school, playing pretend was how I…

I should be in awe of everything living The sharp knife of breath The dull kick of heart A temporary thing to worship.   Instead I tongue worry around the back of my mouth, Afraid to leave footsteps because everything is quicksand, Afraid to knock too hard, in case the door is opened. These nightmares…

There’s a playbook for romantic breakups. You buy the ice cream (dairy free, obvi), listen to Sam Smith, re-download tinder, and get wine-drunk with your best friends. But what are we supposed to do when we break up with a friend? Especially a very close one? I recently ended a 4.5 year friendship. One that began…

Enter any bar on a Friday night, in most countries in the world, and you can probably find a group of women talking about, and I’m paraphrasing here, men are trash. I used to do it all the time, and still do (most often in bar bathrooms). But I’m going to be cutting back. While…