A wayward harridan with too many hobbies.
A wayward harridan with too many hobbies.
Author’s note: This essay mentions references to Harry Potter, and was written at a time before it became known to me that JK Rowling had outed herself as a malicious transphobe, bigoted TERF, and generally awful person to be avoided. Trans people have always existed, and will continue to always exist. Trans rights are human rights. Long live the trans community. As I lay nestled in my bedding in the dead of night, suddenly enveloped in the warm rapid of…
Baked lemon-pepper salmon drowning in a sea of butter, garnished with an abundance of thick, juicy overlapping lemon slices and a soft dusting of chopped parsley. Roasted Brussels sprouts tossed with diced bacon and slivered almonds, sweetened with a drizzle of honey, and spiced with a pinch of cayenne pepper. A springy spinach salad with apple bits and avocado cubes, topped with crushed walnuts, dried cranberries, and homemade olive oil-dijon dressing. A luscious, technicolored fruit tart that sparkled like a…
It was four o'clock on a Sunday afternoon in December, and I was shredding page by page out of a copy of The Graveyard Book in the courtyard of my apartment complex with a lit cigarette tucked between my lips. I wasn't a regular smoker, but when news trickles down the social grapevine that the person who you thought was the love of your life broke up with you in order to get back with their ex, in that moment…
It's the morning after I've been dumped, and my head feels like someone is standing on it. I awake with a hangover that I'm convinced the Lord weaponized as biblical punishment to those who prioritized dancing around golden cows over bellowing off-key hymns in His honor while hunched over on cold, wooden pews.