I read. A lot. I walk into walls, spill coffee on important documents (phones and laptops included), and trip when walking up the stairs. I’m a late-twenty-something-year-old newlywed (are you still considered a newlywed almost two years in?) who still gets carded when purchasing lottery tickets or ignorant stares when waltzing down the condom aisle at the local drugstore. I drink more coffee than my anxiety will allow and am always on the lookout for new restaurants or coffee shops to try out.
I call myself a writer even on days when I haven’t written a single word. I call myself a writer not because it’s what I do but because I wouldn’t be who I am without the ability to string words together and create semi-coherent sentences. I wrote a lot of poetry in my teenage years but now I am drawn to narratives, personal essays, and short stories. You can find my work on She Does the City, in Feels Mag (the Anger issue), and Healthy is Hot. To see all of my work, head over to my portfolio.
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