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 cement and rain filled the air. She was there though. She sat on my finger. She gave me hope. It … Continue reading NYC Lady Bug
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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 about having children was their unconditional love."
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