Here are a few Things- March 23, 2016

Nosky,   I don’t really need to say anything. You already know. When you wake yo tomorrow, in that cell, that is the reason I asked your mother to give you to me. It was never about the money. It was never about the tax deductions. County jail is NOT the same as state prison. You’ll ...

In 50 something days – March 17, 2016

Jane,   I am glad to know you didn’t take the obvious approach and reprimand me for being stuck here. I’m not allowed to talk about my case but all of the public defenders say I’m scoring out to prison. That’s only if it comes out that I did whatever they’re saying I did, which ...

To my Mom, on Mother’s Day- Fuck You

07. May 2016 Uncategorized 5
Yeah  I said it. And I mean it. My Facebook timeline and twitter feed is flooded with all these “I love my mom” pictures and memes of one’s dying devotion for their mother. I cringe. I kind of taste bile in my mouth. I’ve had enough of playing the good daughter. Every year Mother’s Day ...

Uncovering Secrets

14. December 2014 Essay, Memoir 0
Uncovering Secrets There was a piece of paper folded in half four times. It was white with dingy edges smeared with finger prints. I don’t know why I kept it. Why I placed it in a drawer of my bureau. Why, when I initially  opened it, I only saw the list of methadone clinics and ...

Cause Of Death

10. September 2014 Essay 0
I read the first page of the autopsy report and was not at all surprised. However, I asked questions out loud to no one in particular or perhaps to my imagined medical examiner. “So let me get this straight. You mean to tell me my father didn’t mean to kill himself? It was an accident? ...

The Great Escape

23. September 2013 Essay 0
I ate the grey chalky substance in the holes of the sheet rocked walls when the fridge echoed emptiness at the release of the rubber molding that held it shut. I stood on the back portion of the couch that was situated in the living room to the left of giant-sized windows that faced the back ...

Where it all began

28. March 2013 Essay 0
This is where it all began. This hospital. The infamous intersection that erased my past and led me to what is now known as foster care. Where they probed us. Touched us. Held us down to check our fevers through anal thermometers. Where my brothers fought for a chocolate chip cookie that fell to the ...

To My Chunky Monkey

03. March 2013 Uncategorized 0
To My Chunky Monkey My Dear Chunky Monkey, Time has passed so fast. You are going to turn 14 years old at the end of this month and High School starts this coming September. As your mom, this totally sucks for me. I kind of want you to stay little forever. 3 Months old You see, I ...