A lady bug flew into my room. It was 2017 in NYC. It was September. I had that broken heart and the lady bug didn’t belong there. The noises were loud. The smell of […]

A lady bug flew into my room. It was 2017 in NYC. It was September. I had that broken heart and the lady bug didn’t belong there. The noises were loud. The smell of […]
This piece was written at a Gotham writer’s workshop in NYC. It explores the way that obsessions cause the heart to feel lost, afraid, and hopefully fed up. “She always said what she loved most […]