The irrationality of love. You’re the person I cry over. The one who can hurt me like no other. But why do I love you? You’re not good or bad. When I’m with you I think about how I’ll sigh of relief when you leave. When we’re apart all I…

Laura made her way to her couch balancing her laptop on her forearm holding in her left hand her favorite blanket and a generously poured glass of wine in her right. After getting settled under the blanket, she checks her phone. …

They say that hangovers get worse with age. I’m only 25, but I can say that “they” are absolutely right. I’ve made a huge mistake. I can barely keep my eyes open. The lighting is too bright in this office. I’m exhausted, sore, sweaty. Who would hire me like this? …

In April 2012, my second cousin Dawn committed suicide. My mom told me in a text message while I was at a concert. I was never really close to Dawn. We only saw each other at family events and even when we did there wasn’t much conversation. As soon as…

I write for several reasons that I always found to be unusual until I started learning more about other writers. It took me years to see writing as more than “just a job” and to understand why writers are writers. …