I Do…Not: The Reluctant Bridesmaid
“Will you be my bridesmaid?”
Internally: No, no, no, no
Me: Of course!
“Will you be my bridesmaid?”
Internally: No, no, no, no
Me: Of course!
100-word microfiction in response to Masters of Writing Flash Fiction Challenge
How can you feel like your drowning without water? Depression is one way.
100-word microfiction in response to Masters of Writing Flash Fiction Challenge
After a concussion in 2017, I developed noise sensitivity. Everyday noises became intolerable. I wanted to express it in a poem.
In all professional cultures, mental health days should be widely understood and accepted. I work in healthcare, yet mental health for the employees is still not a priority.
100-word microfiction in response to Masters of Writing Flash Fiction Challenge)
It is tiresome to constantly feel the urgency to watch my back. I have yet to find proof that it is safe for me to let my guard down and run into the arms of a world free from harm. My hypervigilance has intersectional roots, I am: Black. […]
Sometimes your sexual identity as not very clear at all. Here’s a story about coming to terms with mine. No one needs a label or a big revelation. It’s all about you and your journey. The way you experience your life is more than valid.
“AR-15? Check! Bulletproof vest? Check!” Jeremy picked up his duffle bag and headed downstairs. “Whatcha got there?” His father said, while reading the newspaper. “It’s for a project.” He responded, nervously. “Do you want innocent blood on your hands, son?” “What?!” Jeremy froze. “Have a good day son.” […]