When I was fourteen, my high school made me read Chaim Potok’s “The Chosen”, a painfully long novel about two…

Sprawled out on the local theatre’s public bathroom, I leaned my head against the toilet lid and tried my best…

When I read the old pieces that I’ve written over the years, I can’t help but feel like I’ve lost…

“So…?,” my friend’s mom asked me when I walked in the door, a grin and tilt of the chin down,…

I stood on the top of the hill, watching everyone howl at the glowing stadium lights that lit up half…

There are a million different things I should be doing right now. That’s the thing about life: there’s so much…

It is going on my two year anniversary of having migraines. Almost two years of my life being completely different…

My grandmother really loves grapes. It is the only good food the nursing home has to offer. One day during…

Hello, readers. It is 4:28 as I am writing this, unlike the typical hours of the night I usually write…