personal-essay

Right now, the only time I can see her is when I’m dreaming.

“I remember dressing up and taking the bus to his house at Lawrence and Avenue Road. As I stood in the front entrance of his house, his parents came down the stairs to meet me, his mom stopped, gasped, and told him I couldn’t go with him to their club.”

When I am feeling maxed out, the greenhouse tells me to slow down, to look carefully. Pause. Breathe.

There is a big fight ahead. A fight that will need all of us. But without taking a break for ourselves, that’s not possible.

Writers aren’t made of steel, you know. We’re made of gooey fluff, dark stains, coffee spills and glitter.

If I learned anything from pop culture it was that a sleepover with a bunch of teenage girls on a rainy night was the ideal setting for a Ouija introduction.