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A Mote of a Life

Love of My Life, Pt. 6

Deployment Struggles People are fond of saying absence makes the heart grow fonder, but during Adam’s deployment, I felt more suffocated by our relationship than ever. As his deployment wore on, Adam became increasingly possessive. Most civilians picture this time... Continue Reading →

Eating My Way to Tolerance

Preface: This was my winning entry in the 2018 Kelly Jo Feinberg Memorial Essay Contest. It was chosen for its honesty, depth, and voice. I was so happy when one of my favorite teachers, Dr. Beth Connors-Manke, was the one... Continue Reading →

Love of My Life, Pt 5

Married Life Although Adam and I were married in late December, we couldn’t get a place until mid-February, as we had to wait for the Basic Allowance for Housing to kick in. Once it did, we chose a nice, overly-priced... Continue Reading →

Love of My Life, Pt. 4

Wedding Day I signed my life away on a cold, drizzly December morning, standing over an oak desk inside an oatmeal-colored, mid-70’s, government building. The walls were beige, the low ceiling covered in large white acoustic tiles stained with mysterious... Continue Reading →

A Real Illness

There aren’t a whole lot of ways I know how to handle my depression, other than how I already am. Medication, therapy, diet and exercise—and about one day a month where I just get overwhelmed with the thought of even thinking about life and hide in my room for 36 hours, emerging only to pee, or feed the pets.

Perfection is Never Too Far Off

My problem isn’t that I overeat. It isn’t that I mindlessly binge or don’t work out enough (although I could be a little more active). My problem is that I see eating as some kind of moral failing.   “Food... Continue Reading →

The Glorious Hunter

The Killer Beast tears the prey from the safety of its den…     It puts up a fight, but—in the end—it is no match for its opponent.     A final death shake snaps the neck of his prey…... Continue Reading →

Love of My Life, Pt. 3

Welcome Home It must be hard being in love with someone and knowing that they’re only kinda in love with you. That half of them will never forget about that Someone Else. I never told Adam I was in love... Continue Reading →

Love of My Life, Pt. 2

Graduation “I’m joining the Marines.” “Hah, okay.” I snorted into the phone, picking at my denim comforter. I’d had to transfer schools so I could come home in time to watch Aaron, so these secret phone calls while my mom... Continue Reading →

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