Essays, etc.
I respected my grandma’s choice of MAiD, but didn’t know how to prepare for her passing
In memory, my living room is chiaroscuro; in reality, the sun had only just set when I started watching the clock, waiting for it to strike 5 p.m.
Birth Control as a Form of Rebellion
I'm working late at the restaurant. Brunch was more brutal than usual and my friend Mark and I are stuck doing paperwork well into the dinner hour.
Who I Am According to Facebook Ads
My world has become ultra-customized.