It was the second-to-last assault. Jonathan was my best friend at the time, and when he stepped forward to hug me hours after the assault, with no acknowledgement of or apology for his earlier use of force, I felt the ground sink under my feet. Two giant hands seemed to press down on my skull.Continue reading “I Feel Ashamed of My Chronic Illness”
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Just Do What You Can
My first day back at grad school this quarter, and I’m feeling so much calmer. Even–dare I say–at peace. So what gives? I used to press myself into a corner and demand that I read 50 pages a day–even if it’s not assigned. Make all my deadlines and make them early. And ace them. InContinue reading “Just Do What You Can”
The Trailer Park MFA 