August 24th, 2013 marked the first day I went to work fully and wholly as myself. It has been 18 months since that fateful day. That day also marked the last time my parents saw me in person.
Direct quote from me to a composer friend the other day: “I’m so fucking sick of being a fiction writer.”
To begin, I am the girl who always has a boyfriend. I know you’re making assumptions right now and I’m here to tell you that yes, they are all true. I am needy, possessive, selfish, and in constant need of my significant other’s attention. I am your textbook case study of a girl who always […]
I love my kids. I love my kids a lot. I love my kids so much that even though pregnancy was the worst time of my life, I decided to do it again so I could have another kid. When my older daughter took her first step, I felt like she had invented walking and […]
A Letter to the Home I Left Behind
Dear home, It’s been a long time since we’ve last seen each other… OK, not that long; I think Thanksgiving was the last time I was back. Nonetheless, as you can tell, things have changed for the both of us. And probably for the better.
So, bad news first: my existential expose of an expedition to the cooing Canadian winter to find myself through threesomes that thrill and the tender, forgiving touch of a woman’s love has been delayed because I am not well, at all, and I’d feel disingenuous talking about how I “found myself abroad” while I’m shopping […]
When I was 5 years old, I was the only girl at my preschool that didn’t have a white pair of cowboy boots.
On Grown-up Jobs
There’s no question that I’ve been feeling crappy about one of my current part-time jobs. It’s the job that’s been keeping me secured in school since it pays for my tuition. To some people, having this type of arrangement is ideal and would not warrant any complaining since, at the end of the day, school […]
It is 1997. My mother is unhappy. She’s quietly contorting her face, pursing her lips and focusing her gaze on some inanimate object. I used to think this was meant to dismiss me, to erase me from the room, but I learned, after bringing home a report card of mostly Cs that this was actually […]
Because when in doubt, all the life advice you need can come from them.
A dear colleague-turned-friend of mine is planning to head to the jewelry store this weekend to pick out her engagement ring. She already has the wedding dress, potentially the new home and the rest of her future planned out. She was just waiting for the right guy to turn up.
When I realized I would be writing one of the very first 2014 Persephone Magazine posts, I panicked a little bit, threw up my hands, and ran away from the computer. But it was still December 20, 2013, so that was acceptable. And in my quest for the perfect 2014 post, I realized I have […]
We Try It: BarkBox
One day, the advertisements finally got to me, and because my puppers is a spoiled brat princess of a dog, (and because I had a coupon code) I did it. I ordered BarkBox.
Fitting In With The Cool Crowd
The first time I was asked to hang out with the most popular girl in our sixth grade class, I remember feeling a sense of rush and excitement. A short brown girl with thick hair hovering above my shoulders, breasts that developed too quickly for an 11-year-old, shadows of acne spread across my cheeks and […]
Public nudity doesn’t scare me. Many other things do.