I follow the choreography, beads of sweat forming at my hairline, my best friend next to me. The teacher is from London or New York or Moscow. He’s a big deal. It’s a dance festival in the mid-nineties, made up of competitions in different genres, showcases, classes, and workshops. I’m…

Not forgiveness, but maybe acceptance of my dead alcoholic parents I sit on the fluffy carpet, my legs pulled up, my back against the couch, my milk-drunk, sleepy newborn facing me, resting against my thighs. Eyes closed, mouth partially open with a little milk dribble trickling down her chin. I…

In fact, it reeks of toxic positivity and spiritual bypassing My mother once said the only thing she regretted was smoking, because it made her develop COPD (which eventually led to an early and painful death). In the same breath, she said that she had no regrets about her alcoholism. To my fucking face she said this. I know what…

Oh hey. I made a thing for you that I hope you’ll find valuable. Since it’s my first time, I’m offering it at a discount and would love to…

On a hike to Onomea Bay on the Big Island of Hawaii, I watched a little boy play in the rocks near the water, his parents close by. A surprise wave hit him in the back and soaked him. …

I’ve watched way too many seasons of the Bachelor because I could truly, madly, deeply understand all those wounded women dressed up like Disney princesses and pageant beauties and prom queens, hoping they’d be chosen over all the others. I’ve been a pick-me girl most of my life. My teenage…

Embodied writing after a lifetime of learning your body is a disgusting meatsack you must dominate Cramps woke me up early this morning. I tiptoed out of the bedroom and heated up water in the orange kettle, then poured it into the red hot water bottle my mom gave me for Christmas 2017. It was the last time I saw her and her last gift to…

And why it’s okay you can’t get used to rejection I didn’t want to talk about getting rejected, because what does it say that a professional writer can’t get her personal work to be accepted anywhere? My default thought is that I’m not good enough. …

Book Project Week Six Update What I learned this week: I’m getting better at showing up for myself. After decades of showing up for other people but not myself, I’m actually doing it. I’ve been writing consistently and working on my book nearly every single day for six weeks. Aside from my book project, I’ve…