The following essay made its debut onstage at Write Club Atlanta on February 28, 2015.  When I returned home from school on December 17, 2003, my day was only just beginning. Bouncing with a ferocious amount of enthusiasm, I bounded up the stairs and started getting ready. I tore myself free from the trappings ofContinue reading ““return””

it’s something that i’m s’posed to be

This looks familiar, vaguely familiar. My alarm goes off, and I can’t. It feels like there’s something far heavier than my flannel bunny sheets and blue fleece blanket pressing down on my chest. The contents of my brain and heart resemble the results of when I try to make a slow cooker soup from aContinue reading “it’s something that i’m s’posed to be”