A thousand small holes trapped in a box. I stare at them, my mouth watering. I imagine the sweet honey flavor bursting in my mouth. Looking side to side, I stealthily extend my arm to the top counter. The sight of this crispy sugar, oh lord. I tilt the box down toward my cup and … More cheerios
For the first time in years I slid my back door open and stepped foot into my garden. The plants were dying if not already dead. Yellow grass strangled the lemon tree and the big bushy one beside it. I wondered what creatures lived within their grasps. But I soon realized I didn’t care. I … More To fill a hole
Three roses lay in a vase before us, once rich and red as life, now suffocating from white walls and colored pills. I’d come to a point in my life–my five years of life–where I could barely recognize my mother’s own voice, intoxicated with fatigue. Sometimes she would speak with tears. Sometimes her face just … More Real Good Therapy: A Personal Narrative
“DRAKEEEEEEEE.” The wind slashed our faces, carrying our screams out the windows. We were an ensemble. Or experimenters, trying to test out the range of our screams. Usually, there were incoherent but a couple screams in, we just belted out Drake in the highest pitches our voices would extend to. The elderly man driving next … More In the heat of San Franciscan traffic
Frankly, I do not have much–a small house, draped with the loving embrace of my deceased father; a devoted mother, who has worked tirelessly for years to support two children on her own; and quite a brilliant sister, who has already left her mark upon high school and continues to do similarly in college. I … More From so little to so much
For the past 16 years of my life, there is only one person who has never left my side—my mother. Although she may not have had much of a choice, she deserves commendation for enduring years of my wrath, mood swings, and sass without throwing me out of the house. If that isn’t devotion, I … More The ups and downs of being raised by a single mother
“He’s gone.” These words poured down on me like the fearless rain. A storm of denial whipped my soul. It hit me then — the bitter truth — and I just stood there. That’s all I could do. “He’s gone.” These words a millionth time I seemed to hear — and not a split moment … More Gone.
The lines of knowledge still streamed across his face. Warmth from his body seemed to linger within the boxed walls that confined it. His soft, rose-kissed cheeks remained untouched. A rounded nose resembling my own fell upon the center of his face, as small patches of loose hair circled his bald head. His linear lips, … More Upon a passing: Mother and Daughter
“GO.” MY GOD WE WERE GOING TO PRISON THIS TIME I WAS SURE OF IT. I had never seen Sarah speed that fast in my life. Her hands transitioned shifts so quickly, so naturally. The cops were probably after us already. She threw an EGG at his car. Rapidly swerving off the campus, we accelerated onto the … More The Egging
“Come in with me?” I don’t know. “You don’t have to, but if you want, the room’s open.” Ummm… “Ok well I’m going in.” Fine. Fine, I’ll come. Which one’s your side? “The messy one.” Where’s Walt? “At a tennis tournament for the weekend.” Aw you’re all alone? “Yeah, sad right?” “Can you really not … More Dormmates
