If I never write another thing on this formerly exhaustive chronicle of my humdrum little life, I cannot let “Shrinking” be the end. It is true that the incident in the park…
It feels like some kind of sick cosmic punishment for being the girl who refuses to be afraid of walking home at night, the girl who travels alone and will have none…
I. My parents instilled in me this underlying belief that things would always work out. During periods of depression, I watch this conviction recede from my horizon. The version of myself who…
Missing months on the blog kill me. Not because I’m worried that anyone’s wondering what’s happened to me or that anyone is anxiously awaiting my next deeply moving essay on clumsiness or…
My friend Pham challenged me to do a thing. This is the beginning of that thing.