This Isn’t Just About Cereal

Let me tell you about the tragic underlying thought behind a potentially comedic event. So, I've been home by myself for a week. Side note: I'm so out of practice living alone! Anyhoo, it's like 11:30 or midnight or something and I have an intense desire for cereal. Cinnamon Life cereal, to be precise. With almond milk cuz I'm bougie. With all this freedom I have, leaving at midnight for cereal was a fucking THRILL! I put on my Sorta bra (it sorta supports me, ya know, just enough) and head out in my t-shirt and gym shorts. Now, if you know me, you know I love pockets. I can't… Continue reading This Isn’t Just About Cereal

Empathy vs. Sympathy

These days, everyone has troubling times. Our world has progressed to create immediate demand, instant gratification, and the necessity for near perfection. Regardless of who you are, what you do, or where you live, at some point you are going to be in a position where you are down or someone close to you is… Continue reading Empathy vs. Sympathy

The Border | written by Amy Jo

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The pop and snap of prescription pill bottles, swallow, light, inhale, scrape of the chair, cluster of tap-tap-taps on the keys, a silence beyond this room, beyond this wall I can almost hear you—the soil sifting, seeds spreading out, dry in your palm; folds of light robes around you like birds wings—your child asleep on… Continue reading The Border | written by Amy Jo

Stubborn Habits

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The world has this stubborn habit of continuing after a tragedy. The sun still shambles along the sky chasing the ever elusive moon. Rivers still run their perpetual marathon. The earth still spins as if showing off her pretty dress. They are too preoccupied to notice your trivial tragedies. Indeed, some subjectively are. How dare… Continue reading Stubborn Habits