I was only 9

Sex on Tuesday

My first kiss should have been an innocent moment with the boy I spent my freshman year of high school crushing on. But instead, it released your memory.
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Wanting to be wanted

Sex on Tuesday

Do I deserve to call this violence? Was I harmed? Am I entitled to the language of hurt if I let the hurt happen to me? What does “let” mean?
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Ghosts hover above a house with the silhouette of three people on the window

Some things can’t be told: A personal essay

Ghost stories and the affect of trauma

Content warning: The following piece discusses mental illness and eating disorders. I remember having remembered. Thus, what might have otherwise rocked me to my core simply became a way for me to finally explain my penchant for caprice. Just what was missing did not return to me until recently. I
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