A meal for two, please
When I was in my hopeless romantic tween years, I couldn’t help but wonder who would sit right in front...
Till death do us part
“I’m dying.” I was not prepared to hear those words. Being a widow in my late 20s or early 30s...
Love is never a waste of time
They say love comes when you least expect it, when you stop searching for it so desperately, and it arrives...
The wedding I can’t attend
When I was a wide-eyed teenager, I remember watching “Bride Wars.” Like many girls my age at the time, I...
Colors in my closet
I was just a girl, standing in front of a girl, asking her to love me … and cue to...
Behind the pretense and embarrassment
Eyes squinting, eyebrows frowning, and lips curling in disgust. I do not long for love. Too blatant. Too embarrassing. A...
We have forgotten kindness
The self-care accounts on TikTok and Instagram have said it all—we should put ourselves first. In the last weeks, I...
The consequences of caring
They were in the hollow ceiling, shifting and shifting against the plywood, squeaking incessantly. Manay Jo and I looked up...
Like the movies
A digital cleanup is inevitable as a twentysomething student during a summer break. Click. Delete. Empty. The cycle continues. Yet,...
Uncertainty
On my way home from work one night, I took the FX as always. I was the only passenger.
