There’s no good way to break up when you’re on vacation together. I didn’t know what to do with myself while he packed his things, so I stowed away in the bedroom office and pretended to work. I don’t think I wrote a single sentence that afternoon. My itinerary was full-up with …
Throwing it back to this time last year in celebration of forced celibacy. Names have been changed, because it’s not Brett’s fault that I overshare. Th…
Written at the beginning of lockdown, publishing in grim celebration of a year of distance. Names have been changed to protect the sensitive men of Bum…
As the common denominator I felt like it had to mean something, but I wasn’t sure what. I tallied up the similarities: Meticulously groomed Bought way …
A Sound Diary
Whenever I hear someone say that wherever we are is exactly where we’re meant to be, and that there’s some reason we’re here right now, and that at eve…
This is a piece from a couple years back that’s been living in a cardboard box next to a book about the elusive orgasm. The names have been changed. Po…
“It’s the sticker thing!” Was my exhausted, one eye open breakthrough five hours deep into a heart to heart with myself during the drive home for the h…
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