I remember when we first met. I didn’t catch your eye or your attention immediately, but that was okay. I’m known for my patience. I...

I am sitting alone at Starbucks. Wait, no, not Starbucks, that’s a little silly…a bar. Yeah, a bar. I am sitting alone at a bar. The...

I remember my first trip to a psychologist. I sat impatiently in the waiting room, swinging my 13-year-old chubby legs back and forth...

I swung my legs back and forth impatiently as I sat in the almost offensively white waiting room. The walls were white, the chairs were...

You were my first time experimenting with love. I didn’t know much about it beforehand; I mean, I thought I did. I had read books, I had...

The Saturday after I died was beautiful; the weather was something North-Easterners would refer to fondly as “just right.” Not too hot,...

It began in the late 1800’s—two couples moved to the U.S.A. One from France—Aime and Mary Douillet. Mary was pregnant, and they had four...

Her name was Jen. She had brown eyes and long hair that always seemed to fly into her face as if she had a permanent breeze circling her...

The sun was bright that day. Wait, was it hot? It was mid-October, I don’t think it was hot, but it was sunny. I do remember it being sunny. Blinding, almost, the rays burning into my eyes, causing me to squint as I walked to the car. It was a Monday and I had taken the day off from school because my mom was going to bring me to the doctor to get some blood work done and then we were going to head to the mall to pick out a homecoming dress for me, since the much-anticipated

It was right before my thirtieth birthday when I found out that I was Satan. I learned it the same way a football player learns that his...

I was in second grade when I found out I was fat. I was sitting on the edge of the pool at my dad’s house, moving my feet back and forth...

I have someone who treats me badly every day. I wake up in the morning and she is the first person I want to see. I stumble out of bed,...

I arm-wrestled my monster last night. It started out as an action in jest, nothing serious. She’s usually a little playful; sort of coy...