Hustling

I just watched a video from my Instagram “posts you might like” which was four minutes of some blue eyed, 30 year old lifestyle hustler detailing the necessity of dermaplaning every six weeks with spot touchups done at home with special razors to prevent you from the scandal of baby fine facial hairs you can’t… Read More Hustling

Embattled

And I really have to resist telling all the maleness at Jiffy Lube to go make me a sandwich because that’s just where I am today. I was kept up all night by our new dog Lady’s whining—separation anxiety; Julia’s on a trip, Livy needed sleep; I was on duty—and along with my dream last… Read More Embattled

Bananas for Jesus

When you’re on the grift in Provo with bananas and some kitchen staples. DD and friend bought this bread to support a women’s center; I don’t think anything feels more redemptive than knowing how holy this shitty bread is.

Zoe

So I’m sobbing by the side of the street just west of her house remembering that late night I drove her home. The rain had made the streets flood—windshield as-if submerged—and we had all leaned forward in our seats to better view the spectacle, and there was a sweetness in the car. The two older… Read More Zoe

Benny

Dear Benny, I cannot explain my species. Can’t encapsulate for you their darkness; have no idea why your entry into this world saw you endure cruelty to where even now that you’re safe, with a new family, you panicked when you saw me—shaking, cowering, running—like you have no hope. I cannot help with this. I… Read More Benny