One minute, you’re throwing your wedding ring at my mother’s feet. I blink, and I am walking down the aisle alone. It’s bittersweet. My partner stands there, proud and infatuated and comforted and beautiful. And yet, in the shadow minute, you are at my side, taking me to them. I…

Review: The Glass Hotel by Emily St. John Mandel — Background: About the Author Emily St. John Mandel authored 4 books prior to The Glass Hotel (2020). Like most Mandel fans, I have all 4 in the same edition, stacked neatly on my IKEA Kallax, but have to this day only read one — the one. Station Eleven (2014) was a smash hit internationally…

A Poem — Sometimes I’ll sit beside you and wonder why you’re not stopping me from biting my nails, even though I can hear the grating of your teeth against your own finger quicks. Sometimes I’ll lie beside you and will you to bite at my neck. …

A Queer Love Story — When I was a little girl, I would often dream about the love that I would one day have, as many little girls tend to do. The person I would often fantasize about was kind, authentic and brave in their affections. As I skipped 10 steps ahead of my parents…

A Poem — “Name your feelings”, my therapist says. That’s the answer to everything, apparently. “I’ll try that,” I say, but I don’t know the words to this song. You made me a psychopath in my own midst. A killer prowling the grey lines in my own brain, mirroring the moves of others…

A Poem — I lost a play fight to a boy with a warm smile and cool eyes. What I lost was what my Mother told me to hold on to: I thought she would be furious but instead, she insisted I be more grateful for the bruises. But they aren’t mine, I…