In the summer of 2018, when I was studying in Paris, a scam artist robbed me of five hundred dollars outside of…
1. The day my sister disappeared, the uncomfortable red hue of the evening sky and the vibrancy of the grass complemented each…
I. Places that I am terrified of returning to: Shitty $49-a-night motels with dingy sheets and showers overrun with mildew smelling of…
At the produce markets that populated Church Avenue, if someone cut in line or pushed her while trying to squeeze past, my…
It’s late afternoon as we climb into my father’s gray Mercedes. As we stay stationary in the garage, I lean my fro…
Sydnee glanced at her phone and saw a text from her mother, Marilyn. Sometimes she wished she had never taught her mother…
“You real fine and you pretty,” the smooth words rolled past his toothpaste commercial level white teeth and thick coffee bean shade…
By age 6, I knew what nostalgia meant, and it already felt like a dirty word. Nostalgia was a lecture about old…
We’re alone, Patrick and I, in a three-story house an hour outside of Naples, Italy. In Tufo, Italy. It took us one…
The parents had been seduced by the impalpable sanctuary of a promise. They had been lured by a cool and crisp country…
The thick warmth of the air engulfs me as I step off the plane. “This is it,” I whisper to myself. I…