I will be the first to admit that I was one of many to read Gone Girl. Sure, it was a last minute, crap-forgot-to-buy-a-book-before-vacation read. It turned out, however, that my sun soaked days were spent engrossed in Gone Girl. I mean, yeah, I thought it was well-written, and the suspense was just right for my… Continue reading We Are The Lion →

The brain is a fascinating piece of equipment. Yesterday, on my therapists couch, I called it "crazy." She called it "smart." The brain does this thing when you experience something traumatic. Well, I mean, it does a few things for different people. For me, though, it allows me to form a smile as I pull the… Continue reading A Ninja In The Night →

When I was seventeen and a senior in high school, a teacher that I trusted began to abuse that trust. It started out seemingly innocent -- we bonded over our love for music, so he started to copy his favorite music onto CD’s for me to listen to. Then it turned into us exchanging phone… Continue reading Thanks, Kelly Oxford. Here’s My Story… →

A handful of bizarre things happened when sin entered the world. Sure, we can start at the talking snake and the unwise decisions that followed. But I want to start at the place where Adam and Eve walked around the Garden of Eden with God. Hanging leaves brushed the shoulders of their creator and the ground… Continue reading “Who Told You That You Were Naked?” →

I don't know that the word "escape" works in this case, but I'm going to go with it for the time being. If you know anything about my story, you're familiar with my many "travels." I lived in so many different places that I still can't remember two of the five elementary schools I attended… Continue reading All The Places I’ve Escaped →

I'm currently finishing up the last semester in school (I never thought I would say that sentence), and our cohort is in a class on the philosophy of ethics. In doing some research on different theories, I came across Ethical Egoism and its ties to what can only be described as narcissism. Really, the definition… Continue reading When I Believed Ayn Rand →

I swear I saw you on the train today. It was your hand I noticed. Or what I thought was your hand. I've studied your fingernail beds, the perfect ridges, and the little skin you would bite off around them. It was an odd sensation to lean forward, in a strong urge for confirmation, to… Continue reading Only a second →

Recently, I read this article in The Atlantic about the costs of attempting to "change" your personality. Filed under the Health section of this magazine, its title feels like that all too familiar rose-colored-glasses, find-yourself-in-the-self-help-section: "Would You Be Happier With A Different Personality?" Come on. You better believe I clicked on it, out of curiosity, and because… Continue reading On Changing My Personality →

To have or harbor insecurity is such an odd thing. It means you feel a lack of safety from someone or something; a nakedness only visible to yourself. When B and I first started dating, I gave off the impression that I was this confident, strong-willed girl who figured she was giving a guy a chance after… Continue reading When you’re the insecure one →

It's this overlooked reality where I can walk into a store without question. But her, with her darker, smoother skin can't shop without feeling a thousand eyes watch her hands touch the silk on a blouse. We've got the reflection of the 1960's in our eyes, in our hearts and in our hands. It's the protest… Continue reading It’s not you, it’s me. →