I treasured each one of those babies as we got to know them before sending them to new homes. I remember being thrilled to be home after school because it meant I could spend time with the kittens.

There's an eroticism to the sand. To something inching its way into every nook, cranny, and crevice. A warm sweatshirt after swimming and the softness of fleece against my cold nipples. The water licks my body voraciously like a reader tearing through a romance novel.

I would not trade this reality for another, for any other. That doesn't make it hurt any less though.

Witnessing these family politics at a young age taught me a lot about existing in the bubble I was brought up in.

They weren’t seedless. Every once in a while you’d eat a tangerine and you’d feel something hard between your teeth.

The idea of a lead singer in full goblin makeup was intriguing to me already, but then my boyfriend and I went down a YouTube rabbit hole exploring the way metal singers manipulate their voices to scream continuously.

It all begins with an idea.

I’m obsessed with the color red.

I feel my body the most in pain.

When I heard those chimes, I knew it was a message from my grandma, telling me that home would come for me.