It is Halloween, and I am six years old. Mrs. Dufault turns the lights out and starts the projector. I sit ensconced in darkness as she opens YouTube and pulls up a song about the human body. A fleet of animated skeletons begins dancing on the screen. Dem bones, dem bones, dem dancing bones doin’ the skeleton dance…
We are now in the midst of autumn, and in my opinion, it couldn’t feel less like it. Instead of the changing leaves and the chill in the air bringing me the comfort and coziness it once did, it’s a reminder that time is continuing to march on. Each browning leaf that falls serves as a reminder that my time as a college student is almost up, and only the unknown stands before me…
Fool’s Gold “Fool’s Gold” reflects ancient depictions of girlhood, taking inspiration from the nine muses of Greek mythology and building upon their identities as women. While Mount Olympus is wrapped…
Modern romance has a new aisle: it’s not Tinder, the window table of a coffee shop, or trivia night at your local bar three margaritas in, but an upscale grocery store where, alongside $34 sea moss gummies, love is now something you can shop for…
It was all swingsets with friends and watching Hannah Montana on VHS tapes. It was shrieking on playgrounds and switching schools again and again and again. It was loving classrooms more than the apartment my family shared. It was recess with teachers, and wearing a bright purple leopard print outfit on the first day of third grade because of an obsession with the eighties.
In 7th grade, I got braces put on and for each and every following day, I pulled my lips back to inspect my changing mouth in the mirror. Huffs of my breath fogging the glass as I searched for something I never found: a perfect smile…
Supernova Around the world, Los Angeles is known as the height of glamour. L.A. is a dark dreamland—it’s surreal, invoking picturesque snapshots of beauty, ageless youth, stardom, riches, and fame….
My work wife is the biggest bitch I know. Let me tell you why.
For starters, I can barely focus on my studies. Just knowing she’s watching and waiting for me to give her attention tears away all concentration…
I met him first in Barcelona, in the dim light of a friend of a friend’s apartment. He wore a cropped graphic t-shirt and baggy jeans, his nails were painted black, and each knuckle displayed a different thrifted ring. We talked about reality television, as Love Island had just finished, but the conversation rapidly spiraled into a heated debate regarding the free use of filler injections…