The Mushy Poem

Every person I ever loved tells me I compliment them too much, that my tongue is an infinite unraveling spool—thread words sewing the few inches between us. I don’t know …

A List of Brief and Wondrous Joys

A reminder of tiny, flickering good even when life sucks.

Tales of a Heretic Daughter

Losing my religion has complicated my relationship with my parents.

Deep Sleep

The little moments when you realize you’ve survived.

And What If I’m None of the Things I wanted to Be?

Recovering Overachiever.

Spring

I attended an Appalachian elementary school. My bus route wound up hills and down unpaved roads. There was a portion of the trek that chugged up a hill, and every …

I say where I’m from the same way I say sorry

The hardest essay I’ve ever written.