The Light in Being Let Go

I’ve spent the last three years. I’ve seen everyone here, everyday. We’ve all moved offices. Many have left. Some have died. Children have been born. I’ve grown up here. And with all of this I can say that I’m happy that I will never come back after today.

On Privacy and Parental Approval

Somethings are between you, God, and the gynecologist.

I Weigh One Hundred and Twenty-six Pounds.

I weigh one hundred and twenty-six pounds. And that, is new.

Adapting to Adult Friendship

When I get home at 8 o’clock, I don’t want to talk to anyone. There are those whom are the exception: my mom, someone I may be dating, a homie down to discuss the latest episode of Scandal or American Horror Story. But for the most part, I just want to veg out and disengage […]