• narrative

    “perfectly innocent”

    a woman’s experience on public transit

    March 22, 2019
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    I ran across the street, splashing through the cold slush of melting snow to catch the RIPTA before it left me waiting 20 minutes for the next one. Safely on the line, I pulled out my Brown ID and readied to swipe—hoping that I was holding the card correctly to avoid fumbling and causing an […]

    commitment issues

    the other side of heartbreak

    March 22, 2019
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    By the time I was 12, I’d been dubbed a late bloomer. And it was true: I was late to my birth, late to shedding 60 pounds of “puppy fat,” and certainly late to most events before 9 a.m. But in the age of Tinder, Bumble, and countless other apps, which all my friends had […]

    on belay

    sunday nights are for climbing

    March 15, 2019
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    We joke that climbers would make the best criminals. No fingerprints! Our identities have been rubbed off onto cold granite and colored plastic holds, but rocks keep secrets best. My hands aren’t that bad, though my pointer fingers feel a little cheese-grater-y—rough, shredded. Tiny rock edges wreck your finger pads, sandpaper grips rip apart your […]

    home is?

    looking for lost pieces in a new place

    March 15, 2019
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    Home is wide-open skies; indigo and cerulean blues, mixed with the lightest hues of purple and pink, like cotton candy Orange streaks line the sky, like someone took a paintbrush and ever so delicately blended and mixed the colors to make motion stop and heads turn up The Christian ladies used to say that god […]

    shaped

    from contortionist to woman

    March 8, 2019
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    From the day I set foot in my first school, I knew what I was. I was not a woman. I was not a girl. I was a contortionist: bending my limbs and entangling my arms until I could fit into whatever box felt the snuggest around my hips. The box was like one made […]