“Tell me the story again,” I demanded, pulling my cabbage-rose duvet up to my chin and snuggling deeper into the mattress. My mother, half-asleep herself, barely stifled a yawn. “The one about the faerie queens, Alexandria and Elizabethan?” I wrinkled my nose. “No, the one about you and daddy.” My mother sighed, tucking her blonde…

I’ve been obsessively working on my memoir or my new novel, The Betwixt. So if you’re into early 2000s nostalgia, emo bands, and reincarnation, you might like this. Cheers 🥂 The bar was nothing special, just a hole in the wall dive bar. The neon blue sign buzzed and flickered, lighting up the faces of…

Being sixteen, I thought, was like an artificial Christmas tree: all glitter and no substance, despite the twinkling lights and the promising shine of tinsel. Get a new haircut, start wearing makeup and cute clothing and, what, suddenly I was worthy of attention? I twirled in my short skirts and laughed at the wide eyes…

I was talking to a friend this week about our inner darkness. About how some people don’t acknowledge that piece of themselves, about how they want to point the finger of blame and justice at the ones who speak in wine-soaked epitaphs and mournful letters. And those people? The finger pointing ones? Those aren’t my…