And a memory crashes over me. A face that still haunts me. At times, I still feel that pain, like a hunger gnawing inside me. An identity hard to break. It sticks with me. That girl is foreign and familiar at the same time. Sometimes, she’s detached from me, and other times, she’s a suit… Continue reading Diary of an Anorexic entry 2: Gaunt Memories
“Okay, order has been received,” Ross says. “Hmm,” I mumble as I swipe around on my phone. “Wait, you did coconut milk with my latte, right?” “Oh, um, was I supposed too?” “Yes, you know I always do coconut milk.” “Right, sorry, forgot.” “When is the last time I bought cow’s milk for home?” “I… Continue reading Diary of an Anorexic entry 1: 2020 Triggered my Eating Disorder
*** As I attempt to create new material, I’m simultaneously sifting through old stuff. I wrote this in 2016 during my second semester of my MFA; I was also pregnant with my second son. It’s not Pulitzer-winning writing here, but it’s interesting how much has happened and come to fruition. Despite the election of President… Continue reading A Sickness
***This was my grad school craft paper. It’s not academic enough to be published in a journal or even literary mag, but I still think it’s worth sharing. It’s a bit long, but hope you enjoy. ***TW: Some examples of graphic sexual assault, and ablist depictions. Blindness in Literature:Shaping Blind Characters: Fully Realized vs. Stereotypical… Continue reading Shit on Saramago: The Power Literature has on Reality
The rocking chair envelops me as I feed my four-month-old son. He chugs the bottle, hands gripped on either side. His legs periodically kick out. I stroke his wild mane of hair. The TV chatters in the background. The woodsy scent of pine and sweet smell of sap waft over to us. Our Christmas tree… Continue reading Senseless: Eight years after Sandy Hook
My shout echoes throughout the house as I holler at my boys. Feet pound as my three-year-old and eight-year-old clamber towards the front door. “Come on, let’s go outside,” I say. We scurry around slipping on shoes and grabbing toys. The boys rush out the door. I grab my white cane before joining them. The… Continue reading Disabled people are not normal
The disability community erupted when Sia announced her upcoming film Music. Kate Hudson, Leslie Odom Jr. and Maggie Ziegler star in the film, which is about an autistic girl who goes to live with her sister. The film will not release until early 2021, and it’s Sia’s directorial depute. A trailer was released a couple… Continue reading I’m not your inspiration porn
What she sees: She glides down the sidewalk, heels clacking. She’s always enjoyed the clipped sound of heels striking the pavement. Oh, what’s even better, heels on marble. Clip-clack, clip-clack. It’s a sound she associates with confidence. Her pink tote bag swings from her shoulder. Pink is not very feministy of her, but damnit, she’s… Continue reading What. The. F!
There was a time when I primped each morning in front of the mirror. Make-up brushes, pallets, creams, glosses splayed across the vanity in a rainbow. My attire for the day determined what shades adorned my face. It was fun and exciting. Now, nearly 40, a mother of two young children, I opt for the… Continue reading Do you Find Fingering your Make-up Helpful?
Disability is not Sexy Perhaps we are exhausted, bored, stifled by months of little to no interaction with people. But this summer seems to have brought an air of change. People seem more inclined to listen and acknowledge that inequality and injustice exist for millions of Americans. George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, Rayshard Brooks and countless… Continue reading Disability is not Sexy