December 8, 2020 I got Oona when I was sixteen. Half my lifetime ago, this little earthbound angel invited herself into my home and my heart. She became my co-pilot, my shadow, my confidant. A pint-sized best friend at a time when I needed one the most. Oona singlehandedly rewrote the book on…

My shitty boyfriend was just the messenger It was the look in his eyes when they finally met mine that scared me the most. The look made it real. Not the unthinkable things he was saying or the fact that his stuff was already packed and gone by the time…

Seemingly everyday, the packages arrive by the truckload — It begins at 3 a.m. each morning. Seven days a week. At this ungodly witching hour, our upstairs neighbor decides it’s time to rise and shine — but not before slipping into her signature steel-toed boots that have somehow, and for some indecipherable reason, been fitted with matching steel stiletto heels. You know the kind deep-sea divers wear so they can…

I knew the job wasn’t right for me. I knew the job wasn’t right for me for two and a half years. I knew the job wasn’t right for me for two and a half years and still I showed up every single day with a smile on my face…