You didn’t know it would be the last time your mom would brush your hair before school and you complained about the tangles. You didn’t know it would be the last time that you’d complain about...

Disclaimer: the following article contains sensitive content and has references to sexual harassment. Reader discretion is advised. I was ten when I discovered that I wanted a boyfriend. Something about...

Are you alone? Are you accompanied? I remember your sweater and the way it smelt. It stung my eyes. Do you still know me? It’s New Year's Day, I‘m eleven years old, watching a movie with my sister's...

First one. First you raised me, when he never did. When all he ever did was hate hate hate. My fathers father. First one, you loved me. You cared for me, and treated me as if I was your first. I wasn’t....

I taught myself trivial things. Like playing the piano. I taught myself how to speak Spanish. I learned how to tangle myself in a person, and how to untangle myself from them, leaving no wreckage or...

Change was so normal for me, and I grew up with it so often that it didn't scare me much. My parents joined the military as teens and ended up so far away from what they knew: one in Italy and the other...

Trigger warning— the following vignette discusses sensitive topics revolving around sexual assault and abuse. Reader discretion advised. No. A one-word sentence. My sentence you took as a challenge;...

The seniors and freshmen live in separate worlds. The seniors are in their universe and we’re in ours. My sister for example. Her world is full of college applications and thoughts of the future. She...

Regret has become a familiar feeling for me in the past few months. It feels that my life only really started just over a year ago, and I feel that I’ve been evolving at the speed of light. With this...

I was thrilled about two of my favorite artists releasing new music in the same month. This was the same day you came up to me, knowing about my excitement. Of course you were also excited, we have the...

Sylvia Plath screams in my head. Her voice is shrill and ripped raw, cracking and weak as she repeats the same two words from her parched lips. It’s so deafening that I wince. “Fig tree.” Everything...

I transport myself back in time as I close my eyes.  My family and I are driving along the road, as the sun sets over the horizon, with endless blue stretching beyond the palm trees lining the coast. ...