There’s absolutely nothing like the present Because when retold it is made up Edited in some shape or form You can not capture your emotion quite the same, your laugh or your pain All of those moments lay in different times  Remember when we… followed by laughter that could be heard from mil
I pause and rewind the Tiktokker, his hands dicing an onion paper thin. There is not one hiding among the murasaki sweet potatoes I am saving in the corner of the chipped pantry shelf, shallots substitute. They hit the skillet with a sizzle, the pale purple ghosts around the pan on a slip n’ slide
Ember flares, breathe in. The crackle of ash tickles my throat, open your eyes, this wallow high never lasts long enough.  This group I’m in feels dizzy–– none of my friends see straight morality twisting, turning birthing from our torsos, double helixes. Like staying in bed all day. Â
By Lindsay Jankowski  Cookbook for life Imagine life came with a cookbook, chock full of suggestions and answers to all of life’s problems. Unsure how to approach your mom about changing your career? Consult page 552 on “mother-daughter conflict†for a step-by-step list. Think you’re going
By Gabrielle Crone       Only a hillbilly would bring their injured dog to the vet using twine as a leash. At least that’s what our vet, Westley, announced when he saw my grandpa, Charles Bailey, in the lobby of the clinic twine leash in hand. Gizmo had injured his paw, most [&helli
By Fara Ling Ah Ma,     A few weeks ago, I realized I have never written Ah Ma a letter. That means I have never told Ah Ma I love you. There’s no way to say it in Hokkien, Ah Ma’s mother tongue. Forcing the syllables wa ai lu to sit next to […]