Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, Kitty the kitten stepped into her new home excitedly. She carefully set her two bags to one corner of her beautiful and tidy room, excited by the clean slate it signified. Her landlord handed her the keys and said, “Take good care of her.” And for…

I am typing out this story with great difficulty —but not because the truths I am about to share are brutal. The reason my words aren’t flowing onto the screen as quickly as they usually do is my half-inch nail extensions. After you’ve rolled your eyes, but before you stop…

Someday I’ll tell you a funny story About how getting lost with you one afternoon made me feel like I was exactly where I needed to be That when you held me and eased my childish fears after a long night of drinking, it felt like love And when I woke to find…

This is for a man who once taught me that I must be clear before clever. So I will honour him by first saying that he does not exist and never has. He is a skillfully crafted figment of his own imagination and recklessly of mine. …

Would you use the word to describe a person who is drowning but has yet to be rescued? — I have voluntarily entered a limbo of my creation after a recent incident gave me the title of Survivor. While everybody else will be queueing up for the world’s grand reopening, I will stay in my metaphorical waiting room indefinitely. …

She never finds the places she thinks she’d be. She heads north but wanders south. Does she have a pair of faulty wheels that go right when pushed left? Or a skewed sense of direction that steers her off course? She doesn’t know. But neither does she care. Don’t give her clear paths. They do not appeal to her. No yellow brick roads, They only lead to pleasant things. Give her winding, narrow passages… So she emerges with knees and elbows grazed. Better yet, give her no roads. Watch her carve out her own, and scale unscalable walls.

“Your resilience is admirable.” Thank you. But I got here the hard way. I don’t say it with pride but with regret. I wish I could have read a story about a person who chooses to live with an invisible chronic illness. Even though on certain days, their last morsel…

The year was 2012 and my girlfriends’ and my own relationship troubles synced up and were in full swing at the same time. Most of us got together and bonded over the same traumatic experience of having dated assholes who ended up hurting us. …

I tilt my head to the side whenever I think of how you kissed me just behind my left ear that night I said goodbye. I catch myself doing it less and less as time goes by. But today is different. Today, I remember. I resolved to stay outside your…