Real monsters

I used to believe that monsters lived under my bed. They loved scaring me in the dark. “That’s where they stay,” Society told me. “Where they belong.” But Society also ordered me to keep my stomach flat so people would like me. Short hair was for men. Lesbian. I couldn’t drive. I couldn’t lift anything … Continue reading Real monsters

Stories in ourselves

Sometimes, as a writer, I feel like my life is more like a book. I can picture the chapters ending with cliffhangers like the divorce. Or what I was gonna do when I was first offered drugs in high school. But sometimes my life is too anti-climatic for that. Like when I got offered drugs, … Continue reading Stories in ourselves

Books of the year (2017)

Over the past year, I read almost fifty books. Thanks to college, I probably read more than that without realizing it. It was difficult to choose a single book to look back on for 2017. So, instead, I chose a whole list of them. Hollow City (Miss Peregrine’s Peculiar Children, #2) - Ransom Riggs I … Continue reading Books of the year (2017)