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 … Continue reading 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 … Continue reading The Mushy Poem
A reminder of tiny, flickering good even when life sucks.
Losing my religion has complicated my relationship with my parents.
The little moments when you realize you’ve survived.
Recovering Overachiever.
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 … Continue reading Spring
The hardest essay I’ve ever written.