So Maybe I’m Not Okay

I know you didn’t leave by choice. Neither of us expected me to miss you this goddamn much.

My Ability To Reproduce Does Not Define Me

We live in a society that, as it has been made even more evident across the United States this week, desperately clings to this ideology that a woman’s primary purpose is to be a mother.

I Wish Heaven Had A Proper Address

If it did, I would write you and tell you about all of the miracles that found a way to light up the darkness that came with your absence.

On Leaving You Behind

Time continues to pass, and the seasons continue to fade. I guess I just never thought our friendship would.