Cereal Killer

Cereal Killer

The first time it happened, it was really unplanned. I was twelve. My best friend had thrown me over for cooler girls. There I sat at home on a Friday night, not at a slumber party with the rest of them. So, I invited Loneliness over to hang out. Always so obliging, so eager, that Loneliness. Unlike me, she never begrudged being the substitute friend when there was no one better or more interesting to fill the social calendar.

Joy Comes with the Mourning

Joy Comes with the Mourning

On their first date, my grandfather nearly made a drastic mistake, telling an off-color joke about squirrels to my grandmother. Even though she was quite the prude, she chose to look past his Navy boy ways and focus on the handsome blue eyes. Thank goodness, and probably thanks in no small part to my grandfather, she loosened up over time.

Identity

Identity

There are certain things in this life we consider to be markers of identity. The parts, whether self-selected or put upon us by others, even assigned by government definition, feel like the ingredients of a recipe that make up our selves. Our essences. I am white. I...