Is the Narrator Nothing or Everything?
I didn’t come to writing school to pursue a topic, but to pursue writing, as a craft. From one sentence, I wanted to build the next. I came here to dress myself up in literature. If words were my bones, their cadence my muscle, my body’s movement would be voice, pure voice (okay, my voice).
Creation is the Point: Overcoming Comparison and Inadequacy as Writers
The imposter syndrome, the fear of failure, the fear of rejection stopped me before I even started. Escaping was easier, and perhaps it’s necessary for a while. Sooner or later, though, every writer must decide—if not now, when will I write?
Writing Vulnerabilities: On Giving and Receiving Feedback
While I had (and still have) a lot to learn, at its core, expressing myself through writing has always come intuitively to me, whereas from fifth grade on, I’ve spent countless nights in tears while trying to complete math homework.
Writing Alongside Phoebe Bridgers: On Being a Stranger
I don’t know exactly when Phoebe Bridgers came into my life, whether she showed up on my Spotify daily mixes or if I had Shazamed one of her songs at a cafe. I will always associate her music, her lyrics, with the late southern summer and its transition into fall.
WoC and Me
Why is it then that the first time I heard the term “writer of color” (WoC), I didn’t automatically apply this category to myself? Is it because my mother’s side of the family, while possessing their own treasure trove of stories, are as white as Wonder Bread? Or because the un poquito Spanish I can stammer my way through is what I remember from college rather than my childhood home?
You Run Away: Musings on a Song
You run away. You could turn and stay.
I choose to stay. I can’t give up and won’t because I hear this song and the sounds crash over me like the words did when I first wrote them.
Porter House Reads: Halloween Edition
Rituals & Words to Honor the Dead
Confessions of an Acolyte: Regarding Jealousy and Ambition
It is hard to know if, should my love be requited in the way I want, I will lose my jealous streak. If you are reading this and it is bound into a book or published under some sober masthead, then maybe I have my answer.