“These girls, I don’t know them,” Father said. “They are an embarrassment to my existence. A scourge upon my reputation.”… Read more These Girls, I Don’t Know Them
“These girls, I don’t know them,” Father said. “They are an embarrassment to my existence. A scourge upon my reputation.”… Read more These Girls, I Don’t Know Them
Enough pieces of my skin have been sent to the lab by now to form an entirely new me out… Read more Biopsied Flesh Monster
Like everything, even being able to successfully report a crime entails “having money.” Because, obviously, you need a phone to… Read more The Classism of What It Takes to Report a Crime
It used to be that you could talk about the weather. That, as a matter of fact, it was the… Read more How’s the Weather?
At an undisclosed location in Sonoma, a woman is trying to enjoy herself at the closest thing there is to… Read more Incident Report: Bee Sting
And you will ask yourself: have I always been in this Target? Was I born here? Did I ever know… Read more You Have Always Lived in This Target
Being basic makes things so much easier. Who wants “bespoke” items anyway when it’s such a chore/additional expense to find… Read more A Decor Whore’s Journey to the Bouquinistes
There’s something especially sobering about learning that a person you idolized as a child has died. Almost as though, with… Read more Her Childhood Idol