We're always talking about "it." It is glorious outside. It is a shame. But what IS this "it"?
No angel of G0d came, no replacement animal happened by the scene. Abraham slashed down at the neck of his blessed son, spilling his blood on the holy mountain.
If it seems like everything's shattering, that's because it is.
Food, you are sublime, terrifying, and filled with struggle. I love you, but why must you cause such guilt and fear?
It may seem twisted to have a love affair with death. People are afraid to die yet afraid to live. You cannot deal with your pain or with fear unless you're willing to live through it and I've experienced the contractions of giving birth to happiness in the face of agony.
I’m talking directly to the tiny little you who lives inside of you.
Appearance-based prejudice is everywhere, and I am very guilty despite my ideals. It's hard to overcome, but let's try.
The passage of time is horrifying to face and acknowledge. But can it lead to something beautiful?
Bonding over salads and stories, a relationship changes forever.
A story about adult bullying, a hilarious form of revenge, and a kind of epiphany.
