Flailing on Sidewalks and with Men

I step out of the door of my apartment. Shoulders back, my mother would be shocked by my perfect posture.… Read More

When I Wasn’t A Wallflower

“Where are you going?” my roommate asked me at 9:40 on a Thursday night. More than occupied with my twice-daily… Read More

Why haven’t I been blogging? I don’t like the way this saga ends. That’s my excuse. I may not like it,… Read More

As the tragic hero of this saga, it is only natural that I should analyze my tragic flaw. I am… Read More

It is well documented that, when living on the tiny island Manhattan, the chances of running into a former lover… Read More

Are you a con man? I had asked, my eyebrow cocked. Because you must realize, I am a terrible target, I… Read More

I sat at the foot of my bed, bathed in sunshine that now felt ironically cheerful, struggling to make sense… Read More