As published on Thought Catalog and Z Publishing House's America's Emerging Writers: An Anthology of Nonfiction Trigger warning: this article contains sensitive content involving self harm. I don't think one can truly understand the stark coldness of mental illness until they actually go through ...
Slow down. Breathe. Look around. This is Life.
Right now, somewhere in the world, she is stepping out into the early morning spring chill with a black coffee in hand, thinking about how at that exact moment, he is arriving home exhausted after a long overnight shift. Somewhere else, someone else is sitting on a train wedged among strangers, ...
Hey Mum, Happy Mother’s Day
My mother has cancer. I know that probably doesn’t mean much to you. Cancer is a topic that gets thrown around frequently, but it doesn’t really make an impact until you meet with it face to face on a certain level. Or maybe you already have, or you know someone who has. Either way, it casts a ...
A Brooklyn Story with Greats Sneakers
It was a warm late summer night. We sat on my building stoop, lost in our own thoughts while taking in the street chatter - the locals wandering past; the cars idling, then accelerating; the sirens wailing. “I don’t think I’ve ever done this,” I said. “Done what?” he asked. “This. Just sitting ...
