I wanted teardrops on my chest, not my pillow.

I stood in the shower and prepared myself for my regular ritual, angling my…

Barbie Feet

Summertime. The window was open, California sun dancing playfully through the plum-tree leaves, skipping over the languid breeze that…

Macklemore might not have been crying on Sunday, but I was.

SF Pride 2013

I traded three slices of pizza for a duet with a homeless woman, & three of the best hugs of my life

Humanity through hangnails.

Someone held my hand on the train this morning.

Let Death be a Celebration of Life

(Or “Why Birthdays Should be More Like Memorials”)

How do you measure wealth?

Why you shouldn't worry about what you buy your kids for Christmas.

CosmicCity, you were my first.

It's curious to me that I still so distinctly remember my first IM chat, even so many years later…

Tampax Debutante

There comes a time in every girl’s life when she is presented to the world as a woman. In times past, this was a graceful…