I Know You’re In Love With My Boyfriend

And I know your pain. I have straddled the naked thighs of my “just friends” and felt his beard against my chest. I’ve been the wing-woman, giving him relationship advice and drinking beer when it falls through.

Living With Or Without Huntington’s Disease

My mother is leaning against the kitchen counter, dirty dishes stacked behind her. She’s talking about something, and then accidentally calls me Heather. I don’t even bother to correct her.