Current writer in the series.

I am really very excited. I published my first essay.

Autumn is both a relief and a kind of heartbreak. I love the smell of apples, berries, spices and sugar that wraps itself sweetly round every room in the house, promising deliciousness. I love the glossy, metallic sunlight that shimmers through dying leaves. I love the bloom of condensation on windows in the morning. I love wrapping up warm, snug as a bug in a rug.

Brooke is A Real Human Being! December 8, 2016. It crusts under my cuticles. Scar tissue knitted into scar burlap. Eyes to the fucking sky. Wanting you was a habit. Wearing the album that soothed my aching organs in the winter I learned I could be betrayed. Pretty good at all cardiac exercise,.

So I saw this on lizalizaskysaregrey. 5 Comments on Happiness Jar. We are all just on winter hibernation! January 12, 2017. 6 Comments on Winter hibernation. All in all today a.

The Beautiful and the Grotesque. I have three siblings and all we all of have children, so we have collectively decided that Christmas gifts are to be given to kids only. Every year, one of my siblings breaks that rule and I feel like a jerk. When we finished dinner, my mom helped us clear the table. She stood next to me at the sink, flushed from her second glass of pinot, and put her head on my shoulder. After the table was cleared, we.