My Diagnosis + Liberation (Or: The Diagnosis of Liberation)

My Diagnosis + Liberation (Or: The Diagnosis of Liberation)

I’ve always known I’m different. As a young girl, I sought refuge in the forest, talking to trees, creeks, fairies. I lived within a rich world, teeming with imagination so tangible, I could touch it. Taste it. Feel it. Like magic, stories flowed out my fingers into...
For My Daughter: “Tonight I can write the saddest lines”

For My Daughter: “Tonight I can write the saddest lines”

“Tonight I can write the saddest lines…” Neruda’s sentiments echo through me this evening as I recall my 10 year old daughter’s words: “I don’t think it’s smart to keep being myself. It makes things worse. People say I’m weird, crazy, psycho, strange. I think I have...
This is Not Your Average Break-Up Letter

This is Not Your Average Break-Up Letter

Dearest You,It’s been awhile since we’ve talked. Really talked. I wish we could sit in that café where we shared a loveseat; I rested my head upon your wide shoulders and you slowly inhaled the scent of my hair, kissing the top of my head. Or we could meet in my car...