Come Back Next Year

The Yearbook

Come back next year. Four simple words. Four simple life-changing words. When I was in eighth grade, I told a girl that I would die for her. “Well that’s not healthy,” she responded. In eighth grade, I was certain that my self-worth was tied to whether or not this girl could ever like me back … Read more

A Letter to Sixteen-Year-Old Me

To the sixteen-year-old me: I know you read through your journals and you don’t see progress. You feel like you are wrestling with the same things. And mostly, that’s true. But that’s okay. You’ve only been writing seriously for a couple of months. Change, maturity, resolution – those things take time. Right now, you believe … Read more

Why My Creative Nonfiction Professor Thinks I Am A Mess With The Ladies

If things had gone differently, I have full faith that I would still be with a girl named Lauren N. Lauren was the cutest girl in my second grade class. Our relationship developed, as most second grade relationships do, on the playground. The playground is essentially the bar of elementary school. You go there to … Read more

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