MJ Dunn

When I was younger, I remember, I didn’t believe in God. I remember repeating what my father had once told me in a rare moment of genuine sharing. My cousin died and my Dad sat alone on the swing in o...

Being you trying to be me is exhausting. Am I taller, stronger? I don't see that reflection. I only see you, trying to be me. And I can't compete. I'll lose that race, you're the best me, I can be. Th...

Chapter 1 Imagine, you’re me. You’re 14, living with your mom, visiting your dad every other weekend. You’re a girl. You rate an “OK” on the scale between “Yuck” and “WOW.”And you’re tall, like 5’10” ...

Yesterday I realized that I'm kind of broken. Not damaged, but fractured and split into pieces. Like a computer desperately needing a disk defrag & cleanup, everything is there just really messed up a...

I'm 54 years old. Three kids, ages 15, 16, and 18. They are mean to me. They are entitled. I think... I did that. I am laying in bed thinking about the upcoming weekend. This weekend I'm going to pick...