Drinking Vodka Out of Frozen Turkeys

What the world needs now is love, sweet love. It’s the only thing that there’s just too little of. Jackie DeShannon belted out those words decades ago but they still ring so true. The more I engage in relationship with people (and myself!) I am struck by the deep need for love in this world.  […]

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 […]

The First Devil

I finally made an appointment to go back to therapy. I’m not even sure what it was about this particular day that made me do it. It was not my lowest moment. It was definitely not my highest. It was just another day, and I was tired. I was just done with all of the […]

The Gate

“I had no idea, that the gate I would go through to finally enter this world would be the space my brother’s body made…” // For days now, that first line of Marie Howe’s poem “The Gate” has been echoing in my mind. Sometimes, my subconscious swaps out the word “brother” for “mother,” and I […]

Listening to My Hair

I don’t have a lot of hair. My natural hair is thin and very straight. It falls around my small face, letting gravity do all of the work, each strand aiming directly towards the ground. It’s dark brown, defying the stereotype of jet black Asian hair, which is why I am often mistaken as mixed […]