Some things you don’t realize you need until you’re apart from them. When I went to San Francisco, I wished for my laptop, for the sleek, silver keys underneath my fingertips. I didn’t even bring a pen on my trip. I thought I wanted separation from work and words and writing. I thought I wanted separation from everything – the… Read More
I leaned with my elbows against my porch, looking up at the stars that had barely been there the previous month, the cold March wind whipping my chest and face, a surprise freeze after nearly-Spring weather. I thought about tomorrow. I couldn’t see it. I couldn’t see any of the days that rolled out before me. All I could see… Read More
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There had always been a spark. When you’re that age, there usually is. It hadn’t faded as we grew up, though. One of us always had it, even when the other one didn’t. For a very short time, once when we were young and then again when we were older, we both felt it. His twin bed was pushed against… Read More
Every morning, I open The Skimm’s latest email and am greeted with the same message: You have to vote. No excuses. I remember turning 18 and knowing, like you know when you turn 16 and can drive or 21 and can drink, that I could now vote. It was exciting, despite the fact that I wasn’t the news junkie I… Read More