Like so much of the world we know, I am neither good nor bad. I am a mosaic of shattered glass reflecting hues and shades of every color,...

Irrefutable facts aside, I knew deep down that I was a slut. I've been a slut since I was eight years old...

Texas summers are famous for the scorching heat, notorious for suffocating and dragging the life right out of you. Last June wasn't dry-...

For a child who loved playing Pretty Pretty Princess and could still answer the question "How old are you?" with the fingers on just one...

It's in the wrong jar. Alarms. My eyes grow big. You watch the realization unfold on my face. My stomach drops with the certainty; It has...

Distressing compulsions are often invalidated as personality "quirks." How can we reclaim that word to be recovery-oriented & validating?

"I once despised the color green, the exact shade of the stoplight covering my dashboard now;"

"I hold onto the hope that these vignettes could come true the way that the waves cling to the shoreline."