I’ve never much identified with sad. I’ve been hurt and torn and scared. Flippant, anxious, wary. I’ve known the sting of betrayal’s infe...

Remind yourself at the end, before I crawl my way in, under your skin.

This time, eight years ago, I laid beside you, contemplating life. Specifically, my life. And what was left of it. I was so young. Too yo...

I've read that seven is an age of exploration, self-critique and combative complaining. I'm here to report that in the case of one Kenned...

I close my eyes and try to memorize the patterned sound of squeak-creak-squeak-creak, as our chair rocks back and forth atop the uneven wood

You know when the train’s comin' - How fast it’s goin’ - And that you’re standin’ - Where it’s headed.

There’s this part of me that hungers for the bloodlet. It’s like breaking a bone to set a sprain or lighting a controlled burn to put out...

Some nine months and ten years ago: forty-six chromosomes, two blue lines, and the unwavering perseverance of a girl too young to know be...