I Went to Disney World and All I Got Was This Identity Crisis
They were all still out there. Working. Moving. Climbing. And, while it was still too fresh for me to envy them to any great extent, it wasn’t too soon to start feeling like an outcast.
Nonfiction
Growing Up With a Low Rent Robin Williams
Between his slurs and stumbles, he was his own worst secret-keeper, a walking confession before he even hit the living room.
The Jeff and Jenny Trilogy
I remember being told to go inside, to stay inside, and feeling a firm social pressure to pretend I couldn't hear the little pop from the .22 that meant another cat, half bald from mange, was dead.
Hallowed
The only thing he ever really did wrong was not be in love with me, and as fucked up as I was, I could never truly fault him for it.
Anticipatory Grief
But the...vision flickers forward six months and you bury your father with a round, protruding belly.
Does Your Birth Order Effect Your Personality?
For those who question my credentials, I am, in fact, one of those maddening middle children.
Review: Burden of Joy (by Lexi Kent-Monning)
Kent-Monning has the rare gift of transmitting raw, bodily experience to her reader.