– craving self-control, but not just yet
At eight years old I got served a sound bitch slap, with a side of wedding cake. It was my first experience with change, and I did not handle it well. Shit, did I mention I was eight? The bride was my oldest sister. She was fifteen when I was born; my mother was forty-eight. […]
At eight years old I got served a sound bitch slap, with a side of wedding cake. It was my first experience with change, and I did not handle it well. Shit, did I mention I was eight? The bride was my oldest sister. She was fifteen when I was born; my mother was forty-eight.... Continue Reading →
When I was nine, I lost my best and only friend. No, not like that. I mean, we walked into the woods behind my house, and when my surroundings fell silent, I turned to find him gone. Like gone, gone. The next day, he didn't show up for my tenth birthday party. I didn't tell... Continue Reading →
Hello. I hope somebody is listening. -Radio I got around to reading Radio Silence by Alice Oseman this past weekend. Man! I was missing out. The characters are diverse, something you don't see often. Not only that, Ms. Oseman wrote them in a way... Continue Reading →
I walked the ruins today. Your shadow was there, everywhere, threading, suffocating. A toxic gas from dying embers. The boy at the coffee shop brought our standing order only to find out I was alone - he appeared pleased. For a split-second, I got angry. He offered to hang out sometime. It was awkward. The... Continue Reading →
He's rich; I'm poor. He's white; I'm Mexican-American. Together we have all the disadvantages necessary for the perfect relationship - if my life were a gay Telenovela.
The inside cover of One Of Us Is Lying by Karen M. McManus reads: Pay Close Attention And You Might Solve This. I took this as a challenge, so I began this read with plenty of arrogance confidence. I'd figure out who killed Simon. I could then gloat write on my brilliance abilities. Bite me, Benedict... Continue Reading →
I dreamt we rode in a car at night. You drove. It rained. The puddles lining the side of the road mirror the glare of the street lamps above. Glowing orbs of pleasant memories rushed past. I want to turn and face you. I can't. I don't. I taste the tension between us; it's metallic.... Continue Reading →
I have something to confess. I picked up a new book and didn't tell you. Worse, I've read it. Sorry. Let me share something personal about books and me. You know how on a Saturday night you find yourself dateless (again) and begin aggressively flipping channels on your TV? And you catch that show where... Continue Reading →
