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The Demons In My Brain

I’m not usually one to do stuff like this. I’m the creeper lurking in the corner wanting to make friends but never approaching anyone. But I have a story, and I need to let it out. I was your typical Midwest teen in 2006. I was 15, went to the movies with friends,...

Loved And Lost: Remember All Those Nights We Cried

One of my oldest friends died last night. She died and I am angry. I want to kick the dog. I want to scream at the baby. I want to pull out my hair and punch holes in the walls. I want to ram my car into something, anything. I want to choke the birds who are singing...

Shine a Light

I guess I met Stef when I was thirteen or so, which would have made her twelve, but really, I felt like I’d known her forever. She was one of those people that the moment we met, it’s like we bonded instantly on some molecular level; like we were made of the very same...