In no particular order — Being zero-waste Being plastic-free Shopping locally Being a good car owner Being a good pet mother to 2 Keeping all my laundry done Keeping my kitchen wiped down and free of dishes Eating a whole food, plant-based diet Eating foods that are locally sourced Eating three meals a day Not…

It’s been a decade or so since the identity as a glass child was assumed. A child willing to let everyone see each and every thought in hopes that someone, anyone, might be able to save her; to see what she couldn’t, the way out. …

“Four months, ‘four months,’ he kept saying”… the time constraint for the data to be reviewed rings loudly. — Four months, four months, 120 days give or take. End of July subtract four months, end of March? April 3rd if we calculate from today — dead center between the beginning of the pandemic and the date I finally achieved gainful employment, a solid 4–0 per week. Hindsight is always…

This Spring, this Quaran-spring, has been the first I’ve spent regularly in the sunshine since…I can’t remember when. There don’t seem to be any markers of time when I look back on my days in the Harris County field that kept me warm and distant through the days I’d honestly…

Each emotion starts the same. A tension just below the solar plexus, it spirals in you taking grasp of your lungs and moving into the back of your throat begging you to scream. The urge to scream, however, triggers the part of a broken mind trained through years of trauma…

“Did you move up here for him?” “Are you moving in together when you get there?” “I bet you’ll be married and pregnant within the year.” In the May of 2010, a young, emaciated Darci drove her 2000 Nissan Maxima up into the hills of High Country, North Carolina for…

We’re writing today. We’re writing because the water is off. We’re writing because I just need my phone to come on so I can send an email so that I can secure a new place to live. We’re writing because this beer is almost finished and I can’t decide whether…

Gravity fights to hold us steady as the void between us grow, like a hydraulic in the river, my oxygen feels displaced. There’s no room for the energy building in my spirit, and as usual, I’m not quite sure if I’m perceiving or creating what I see. A great force…

There’s a pittie mix to cuddle at night. The stores lavishly support my zero-waste lifestyle and plant-based whole foods diet. There’s enough room under my bed for me to hide, but I have a feeling I won’t ever need to. Previously I stayed somewhere bargaining to move the thermostat from…