Alice, meet Alice, meet Alice. Which Alice is the true reflection of self? Of my self? Of hers? Of theirs? Sometimes I wonder if my story...

"how to heal from your life, heal through living when you write, and write, and write about your pain, about my pain..."

I call these types of creatures my dopey monsters. They are my many me’s – various forms of my lunacy – they live on the page as much as...

He want(s)(ed) me to be like Lizzo. Free. She gives in to pleasure and connection with self. I do too. But here’s my conundrum: he...