Come now the flood for you have no idea how long I can hold my breath. Around this time last year, I wrote Tyler Knott Gregson’s poem into a letter to a dear friend. I feel that in the months since then, the flood came, and even I didn’t realizeContinue Reading
Steve doesn’t live here anymore. Thoughout this whole separation and all that came before it, I have been more than fair, more than generous, because I still cared about him as a person. I only had one request: that he not contact the woman he cheated with until I’d movedContinue Reading
The bed is covered in a deep teal comforter. A black cat with white whiskers and white socks is curled up in the center. Her name is Echo. Echo is surrounded by clean white laundry. An older woman with white hair and age spotted hands reaches for another piece ofContinue Reading
Gabrielle sent me a stack of writing prompts, and I’m going to try to work through them. When I wake up in the morning, how do I most want to feel? I want to wake up feeling rested, at peace, and with hope for the day ahead. I sleep aContinue Reading