𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕡𝕠𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕪, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕣
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Eighteen years ago, a candle would mean lavender bathtub water, freshly chopped firewood, and holiday bliss for the lucky handful that could afford property by the lake.
- Runner-Up in From Across the Room Challenge
- First Place in We Have a Dream Challenge
Everyone has a Yellow Coat First Place in We Have a Dream Challenge
Listen to this story on Write Here, Write Now: A Vocal Podcast. Coats brush on the subway, forcing our bodies to touch too intimately for strangers. We sing apologies in unison through fake smiles. I turn my music up and look at the sea of coats–all bunched together, clinging to the pole, swaying to the chatter of the tracks. One coat has seen the tattered love of siblings before, passed down until the thread loses strength. One coat weaves cautiously through the dirty crowd to preserve fur that is worth more than my rent. One coat unbuttons from a chest and drapes over the shoulders of a girlfriend's kiss.
6 Ways to Change your Relationship with Social Media to make 2022 the Year of Self-Care
I don't know about you, but I can get in pits of endlessly scrolling and scrolling and scrolling. Social media gets in the way of so many things. My quality time with loved ones, my sleep schedule, my confidence, my self-esteem, my goals, etc.etc.etc. In fact, just during this last paragraph, I have looked at my phone four times–only to see that mom has liked my last four Instagram photos. Enough is enough.
Above the Fireplace
"It was there! Right there! How could you not see it?" Simon has always had a condescending tone in his voice since we were kids. Something our affronting father inadvertently taught him as he talked down to our mom. Something I never picked up, but I guess I never idolized our father the way Simon does.
- Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
How UncomplicatedRunner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
I have never feared the virus. To be honest, as an introvert, it is a dream to go into lockdown. Time slowing, the simplicity of existence, mundane silence–how uncomplicated. Jeremy keeps saying that we owe it to ourselves to be a pair of bored New Yorkers while we can.