Obituaries

My grandmother passed away early yesterday morning. I keep thinking about this thing she used to do to me when I was little and spending the night over her house. I’ve always had trouble sleeping, but I don’t think she knew that at the time. Each night I slept over (which was often), she’d turn [...]

What would Marilyn Monroe Do?

Oscar Wilde said “women are made to be loved, not understood.” That reads quite lovely on first glance but in all honesty, most days I want both. I often wonder how women of my breed get over this insatiable quest?

As promised, though a bit late…

Here you are, only a month after the actual event…

We are unusual and tragic and alive.

I wake up at 5:41 a.m., feeling less than satisfied. The lights turn on, still nobody feels home. I muster up enough energy on this particular morning (and many like it shall follow) to apply the bare minimum war paint upon my face. I think fleetingly about the irony–my constant lack of breathing room, juxtaposed [...]