I am

This is hard. I hear the quivering voice of Sister Mary David, a nun in full white and black habit, as she was assigning our senior thesis- Who is man and Who am I? This was impossible to answer at seventeen at St. Cecilia Academy all girl’s Catholic school and even harder now that I know how much I don’t know. I am confused, bewildered, … Continue reading I am

The Bathtub

I wrote this piece for my writing class. Spring of 2018. I still get these feelings like I’m going to need to crawl out of my own skin. Like I can’t possibly be a person in this moment, in this skin. Like this body, this life didn’t work and I have to get out. I have to escape. I picture Mexico for a minute and wonder if I should take the kids or leave them … Continue reading The Bathtub