November 22, 2017

The last time I saw L, he had overdosed on Klonopin. I visited him once in the hospital, gave him a shitty card with the phrase “Get Well,” even though I had the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that he would not, no matter how hard he wanted to try. It’s not t...

January 16, 2017

My three sisters and I shared everything—toys, hair barrettes, school supplies, you name it. Once our mother even tried to get us to swap the same pair of retainers, but we quickly learned that not everything can be shared. Frugality has its limits, at least so far as...

February 11, 2016

It was a Tuesday night that my heart started beating differently. Do you know that cliché, the one with the sound of cracking and the heart breaking into a million pieces and never being able to get it back together? It’s not much of a lie, you really can feel like tha...

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