Work or Passion?
I often feel like the future is hurtling towards me in the same way an indifferent comet hurtles towards a helpless, spinning planet. I’m suspended immobile in its path, and the only way to survive the wake of its arrival is to know the answer to the impossible question which it demands: who are you […]
Memoiroma
Dr. Teal’s Eucalyptus Body Wash. Limacol. Vaseline. Jean Paul Gaultier Classique Women Eau De Toilette. Fried fish and dumplings. Rabbit bedding. Playdoh. Post-playtime sweat. The Treetops bathroom. Crayons. Kool-Aid Bursts. Ice Queen. Fried breadfruit. Stale pillow. Mildew. Cedar. Coconut bread. Banana fritters. Sea breeze. Nothing. Vicks VapoRub. Tylenol cherry syrup. Orange Airborne tablets. Black tea. […]
My Worst Lie
When I was in sixth grade, “everyone in my class had a phone.” That was my lie. The worst lie I ever told. Only a few people in my class had phones. I really wanted one. I had my first ever friend group and they all had phones, so naturally, I wanted to text them […]
My Beloved Neighborhood: A Vincent Scarpa Imitation
Both of the streets that branch off of my street (Aldrich Street) are all products of deforestation—Willow Lane and Jason’s Way—and if you walk them up and down you will see dozens of new homes that all have similar features, you will see their large above ground pools that appear out of place in contrast […]