snippets

  • me myself and i

    february. 1998. indiana. age 10, elementary school My name is Josi. I’m 10 years old. I’m friendly and kind. I’m also smart – 4.0. I have never gotten lower than a B+…

  • chrysalis

    I am not afraid of the dark. I know you are. I see it in your eyes, watching me. I hear the caution in your voice, asking me how my day went. You are…

  • morning

    Soft grey light right before sunrise, and waking up to you in our bed. I don’t mind that I can’t sleep. I couldn’t dream a better picture than you, with your chest…

  • words and whatnot

    //Words My next door neighbors have a pig. Well, they had a pig. And then that pig got sick and died, and they got a new mini pig, according to my five…

  • but i loved him

    [trigger warning] These goddamn photos. August 9, 2015. You know that feeling when your mouth starts to salivate right before you vomit? This girl’s eyes look fucking dead. I make eye contact with her,…

  • bookmark baby

    True, you can’t press a flower as a keepsake between two blog pages. You can’t accidentally splatter coffee on them, or watch saltwater drops spread across words if you cry. You can’t…

  • quiet

    something about pregnancy makes me quiet. like, write in all lowercase letters, speak in all whispers, disappear for months kind of quiet. obviously. at the same time, it makes me fierce. nine…

  • “A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.” – Kafka

    tongue tied

    I don’t have time to write. I don’t have time to write, or do anything else, because I have small children at home. No. I don’t have the attention span to write.…

  • she doesn’t want roses

    She doesn’t want roses. She doesn’t want diamonds. She doesn’t want chocolate, a giant teddy bear, or a dinner date. She wants you. She wants you to be there. She wants you to…

  • Please stop growing up: Just stay little. An open letter to my son on his 6th birthday; a tearful goodbye to little baby days.

    please stop growing up

    On the top shelf of my children’s closet, there is an old Pampers box taped sloppily shut. Inside that box is a plastic zipper bag that once housed a comforter or something.…