Trigger warning: loss Death is an odd business. In my ripe age of 27, the grim reaper isn’t something I fear. I’ve been hearing from a young age the only sure things in life are “death and taxes” well before I knew what either meant.
"It’s the end of the first twenty-seven years of memories, and now I have to make the rest somewhere else." I have lived in one house my entire life. It is the same house my grandparents raised my mom and uncles in. My parents got
How My Cat Made My Life (and Mental Health) Better When I was 10, I asked for a puppy for Christmas. And so, in the early months of 2002, I was taken to one of the local humane societies on the condition that I would
Trigger warning: death of a family member Most of my clearest childhood memories are of moments when I lost control. The time I wept in gym because a kid called me Scarface. My tears of shame when my gym teacher caught me stealing some extra