When I think about how old I'm going to be next year, I wonder what it will feel like to say I'm 27. Then, my mind will shift back into normal operating mode and I'll remember that I'm currently 25 and thus will be turning 26 next year. Strange. I've always been paranoid about my … Continue reading Z is for Zip

In sixth grade, we studied ancient Egypt for a long session. I had a crush on my red-headed teacher. She had fair skin and big glasses. She wove and mashed slices of broccoli stems together to demonstrate what the papyrus-making process looked like. I started running because of her--she started a running club after school. … Continue reading Y is for Yarn

I pray to Xipe Totec with fingers laced with papercuts and the dust of manila folders underneath my nails. We're far from the spring equinox, actually just barely on the edge of autumn, and I'm thirsty for change. For something new to be peeled back from this skin that my bones have not quite grown … Continue reading X is for Xipe

Wind whipping our hair everywhere. Music blasting on the stereo. Five of us crammed into a car jetting down Pacific Coast Highway. Exactly as it should be. It was a summer of secrets. The kind you didn't want to keep but had to. The kind of secrets that make you feel alive and like you're … Continue reading W is for Wild