Buy my book! The Favorite by Lucinda Watson This memoir in verse is brimming with insight and wisdom from Watson’s 71 years of being alive. It’s divided into three parts, which explore the author’s thoughts during different periods of her life. It explores a child’s innocence and curiosity in the first part. It goes on to…

And it’s summer I have a white eyelet bathrobe lined in baby blue, which I wear on the lawn after supper, and I dance for my grandmother who sits in the chaise lounge wearing dark glasses that are blonde tortoise with green lenses. Her skin is dark: tanned from years of regret. I am knocking…

I’m trying very hard to do something that I never learned to do as a child and that is to control my emotions. There are a few programs in schools these days teaching kids how to modulate their emotions. If they feel angry or sad or frustrated they are taught how to take a breath…

So I am a sucker for an Instagram reel that is sentimental and tonight I watched one about a female pilot who climbed into a souped up amazing, powerful, beautiful Air Force plane, and all around her the men who sent her off were high-fiving her. I found myself in tears watching this. I’m not…
Disturbingly, the sun has come up again, and people are taking showers, walking their dogs, eating Raisin Bran, and collecting their things to go to work. As the car departs from the driveway, the house echoes in pain. “Come back, come back inside, it’s not a good plan to go out.” Highway 101 is filled…
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Nobel Peace Prize The 2024 Nobel Peace Prize has been awarded to Nihon Hidankyo, a grassroots Japanese organization of atomic bomb survivors, for its efforts “to achieve a world free of nuclear weapons.” The Norwegian Nobel Committee praised the group today “for demonstrating through witness testimony that nuclear weapons must never be used again.” The organization…
Dear Billy Eilish Pirate Baird O’Connell: When I first heard “Ocean Eyes” I couldn’t believe that someone finally understood how I’ve been feeling stuck in this house with my family. Your song made my heart vibrate and spread inside my chest and out my feet and I don’t even think I could walk…

This morning the bones of the house had creaked and moaned and snapped with a ferociousness not heard before. Its flesh slapping at the restraining drywall and crying as the resident mice left for warmer climes. No one left here to feel winter coming. She wanted to raise her hand. She came once in November…