Virginia Woolf once said: Writing is like sex. First you do it for love, then you do it for your friends, and…
Luz had faked a pregnancy in order to get the attention of her ex-boyfriend Johnny Rivera and kept it going for six…
About time, Rose grumbled under her breath as she snatched up her two half-filled garbage bags from the ground and made her…
“Call the motherfuck….Call the….” I make out muffled screams from outside. Barely there. From the comfort of my bed, I ignore. People…
It’s not right for a daughter to see her father naked. I’m sure my father knows this, and deep down in her…
I. Rose stood in her tiny, cluttered living room, trying to remember why she was there. “Go brush your teeth and find…
My eyes shot open. I must’ve dozed off. My head was pounding. Perhaps it was the bright, fluorescent light in this cold,…
I hope tomorrow will bring a better you, better me I know that we’ll show this world we got more we could…
Many days we passed Miss Daisy’s house and yelled hi. She would usually call us up on her front porch to visit.…
Has it happened to you? Maybe you’re scrolling through Twitter searching… no, damn near begging for a meme of happiness… then BOOM!…
I came across THICK: and Other Essays when I discovered a shortlist on the New York Times entitled, “Five Essay Collections by…
My journey to motherhood has at once been a step forward into uncharted territory and a step back into an almost forgotten…
I sat in the passenger seat next to Ms. Kramer, my social worker, lookin’ out the window. I watched the dried up fields…
On Monday, Venessa Stenson stared out the window during math drills. Mrs. Reynolds called to her, asked her for the solution in…
They built a church on the land where my body was broken. Parishioners come every Sunday morning believing it to be holy…