Some moments never stuck, others are vividly blazed. These are memories are stained-covered with tears, laughter and my heart. Invaluable and reflected across page.
My obsession with fear started with my cousin’s scary stories and turned into a competition with my brother. While convincing myself to enjoy horror, I created monsters that haunted me in the dark.
Because of a bad storm, the power went out, and my friends and I told ghost stories to each other. It was one story that warped my young, naive perception of class and wealth.
What identities do you perform in your day-to-day life and how have they changed over time? How can you care for others as they perform their identities with honesty?
We all come from somewhere, but that doesn’t mean we all belong somewhere. It took me a while to learn where I’m from, so now its time to learn where I belong.
This piece takes a deep dive into societal expectations while emphasizing the importance of asking for help. Everyone, even someone who doesn’t look like it, needs support.
A whimsicial narrative of my life as my step count increases. Throughout my journey, I meet different parts of myself, from Curiosity to Shame. It’s a story of how these “people” have helped me grow.
“I Like the Look of Freedom on You” is a fictional piece that examines the intergenerational relationship between a great-grandmother and her great-granddaughter.