Becoming

I wish I were, but I’m not. I wish I were wise and good and gentle and kind. I wish I were delightful and loving and caring. I wish I were calm and demure. I wish I were gracious and humble. I wish I were chill and even-keeled and steady. I wish I were forgiving […]

Spinning Straw Into Gold

These last few days of the year hang a little jagged. They are hemming in a collection of words and doings and dreams and dust and there are loose threads about. There is much that I want to forget. So many crystalline words and hasty decisions and all that revisionist history and tunnel vision, not […]

Cutting Bangs and Saying Yes

I let my friends cut my bangs last year. It wasn’t a cry for help or an emotional breakdown. Rather, I was complaining to my friends during a girls night out about how much I’ve always wanted bangs and how every stylist I’ve met shook their head and said, “Oh honey, that’s not for you.” […]

The Girl Who Was Afraid of Matches

Here’s a true story: I was scared of lighting matches until I was twenty years old. Twenty years later, now many books of matches under my belt, I find this both ridiculous and completely understandable. Ridiculous because matches are necessary and not really that difficult. And understandable because in order to light a match you […]

My Current Shape Is Worthy

[Trigger warning: Mention of disordered eating and controlling behavior.] By Fritha Washington I’ve always had a fractured, troublesome relationship with food. My mum was anorexic and my dad loves to eat–I grew up in a home where food was simultaneously worshiped and reviled. My slimmer sister stopped having periods and this was viewed as an […]