Bitchalicious

From fall 2014-early winter 2017, I spent a large proportion my life alone. I was living in Virginia, far away from my friends and family. M...

I was in my twenties by the time I realized that I didn't have normal feelings toward winter. It took some time to recognize the pattern...

The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose somet...

I read that whales jump to communicate. Supersonic claps made by 200 tons of bone and flesh smashing against the water again and again...

I admire the courage of nature in autumn As plants slowly abandon their thrust toward an ever-distancing sun and softly retreat. It take...

At times ... I wish I could meet in a duel the man who killed my father and razed our home, expelling me into a narrow country. And if he k...

The good witch of the north Once found caverns In the deep hollows of her heart And there, a campsite: An old orange blanket and a Ca...