I Did It: Yes to Every Chapter

Turns out finishing doesn’t feel like triumph. It feels like setting something heavy down. I finally finished the first draft, and my body knows it.

Mannequin Skin (and Memoir Update!)

Mannequin Skin, a 3-part poem, written at the edge of goodbye. You don’t need the memoir to feel it, but soon, you’ll have it. Thanks for reading to the bone.

Protecting Dad’s Feelings Cost Me My Own

I thought protecting Dad’s feelings was right. It wasn’t. It was quiet self-abandonment. If you tiptoe around someone’s feelings long enough, you lose your own.

“I Love You So”

I love you so. And I was so scared you wouldn’t love me back once you believed them. Did you?

Keep Your Eyes Peeled for Spiders

I used to convince myself: if only I had squashed that spider when she first bared her fangs, Dad’s death could’ve been prevented. But I know better now.