When I was in the second grade, I reported a boy named Adrian to the bully box. I grabbed a piece of paper, wrote down the problem, and then slipped it into the box as I stared him in the eye.
What was the problem? He wasn’t actually bullying me…
The way I see it, when it comes to my career, I have two options:
1. I can worry about writing and avoid it
2. I can worry about writing and write
Since I’m struggling, the only thing I can produce is articles like these: words that sound like they’re…
We were sitting in bed when she asked me the question. An open jar of peanut butter sat to the side along with two spoons resting on the cap.
I was playing with her fingers, safe in this bubble of ours, and felt warm between the mess of blankets. …
Just put words on the page.
That’s what I tell myself whenever I can’t write.
Short words. Long ones. Curse words. Words that only a handful of people can understand. Any word at all. Because if you have one word, you have the beginning of a story.
The.
He.
Yesterday.
Superman…
I turn twenty-four in about a month, but this morning I woke up feeling the way I used to when I was eighteen.
At eighteen, my chest felt heavy with a longing for something I couldn’t pin. It took me an hour to get out of bed. My future was…
Love exists in all forms and sizes.
It exists out loud. It’s in the times she whispers that she loves you. In the cheesy lines that secretly warm your heart. In the jokes she tells to make you laugh. In it’s okay, and I’m here, and I’ve got you.
It…
Peace is watching her while she sleeps. It’s reading on the couch while the clouds cry. It’s the contrast between dark green leaves and a clear blue sky.
It doesn’t have to be a summer vacation in Cancun. Or water so clear you can see the sand on which you…
The taste of fall sat on the tip of my tongue. The air was cool, and the sharp wind cut through my sweater and pricked my skin. Only my left hand was warmed by a hot cup of cocoa.
My stomach rumbled as I walked down the cobbled streets of…
The voices in my head were loud again.
Loser. Idiot. Failure.
I squeezed my eyes shut as if these words were real monsters standing in front of me. Stop it. It’s not true, I whispered. But I didn’t believe myself.
I thought about my girlfriend at that moment. I need…
“How about this?” I told my girlfriend. “Whenever there’s a new path, we’ll take turns choosing left, right, or straight.”
“Okay,” she said, before reaching the first crossroads. “Left.”
Hand in hand, we made a left and walked through the cobbled streets and old, cracked buildings. The streets and turns…
