I’ve been keeping a journal for so long that it kind of freaks me out: for the most part, two-thirds of my life have been documented. I still have the journal that started it all: a black-and-white speckled composition book that my mom covered in… Read More »My Third-Grade Diary (1993)
In my senior yearbook, my graduating class and I didn’t get a nice chunk of blank space to say whatever we wanted beside our gorgeous head shots. Instead, all the upperclassmen had their photos in the front of the book accompanied by their names, and… Read More »Upperclassmen Say the Darndest Sh*t, Part 1
A tumor, a scar, a surgical incision: I’m strapped to the table while the music plays. Your voice hacks into me with such precision. (That’s what you get when you date this musician.) A lyrical tribute about when you’ve blazed and how you spent your… Read More »Musician: A Sonnet