


Thanks to Betty
“But is this grand enough for you, Betty?” I asked aloud to the small bottle of her ashes that sits next to me as I write. “Please help me be succinct without diminishing you but also not put you so high upon a pedestal that you become distorted. And help me write an...
Dear Ex-Boyfriends, Dear Younger Self
Dear ex boyfriends, lovers, et al, I have some things to say that might be hard for you to hear, but I can’t hold them and not speak about them anymore. Your lack of listening hurt me. And it bothers me that you let the words “calm down,” “too emotional,” and “not...
Blood Everywhere
With my pants around my ankles, I squatted low in the 3-stalled corporate office restroom. My butt cheeks just a few inches from the floor, I pressed my PC muscles down and pulled the tip of my menstrual cup. Because squatting shortens the vaginal canal, it was then...