The subtle bitterness of salt water mixed with the stench of Kevin’s Camel crush cigarettes don’t exactly complement the smell of my two euro sour cream and onion Pringles. I don’t know why, but these chips have become a staple in my diet while abroad in Barcelona although I almost never eat them at home.… Read More Man-made Memories
College-aged males speak candidly about porn, sex, and how they conflict* *names have been changed for the sake of privacy The first time I ever heard the word “sex” I was in third grade. All of the girls were separated from the boys during health class and they giggled at us when we reconvened and… Read More let’s talk about sex, baby
“I’m a bitch, I’m a lover I’m a child, I’m a mother I’m a sinner, I’m a saint I do not feel ashamed” -Meredith Brooks, “Bitch” (1997) By Alexis Morillo The first time I was ever called a bitch was probably behind my back. The first time I remember being called a bitch was in… Read More the “b-word”*
Writing about feelings is hard but writing about science is easy. In psychology, there are these two theories: the first is the “primacy effect” and the next is the “recency effect”. These pretty much mean that you remember firsts and you remember lasts. For example, if you were given a list of words then asked… Read More grieve and grieve. when you are ready: write. then grieve some more.
As I get older holidays stop feeling like holidays and I find myself gripping with white knuckles to the traditions that make Thanksgiving feel like Thanksgiving, Christmas feel like Christmas, and New Year’s feel like New Year’s. I noticed this when this past Thanksgiving, my family went to start eating before we went around the… Read More two thousand seventeen
Coming back to my little college campus for my second move-in day was exciting but nerve-wracking in all the right ways. I was ready to hit the ground running this semester both academically and socially; remaining in my bubble of a comfort zone just wasn’t an option anymore. Being a sophomore makes me just… Read More the conundrum of “home”
I don’t have good memory, I just write things down a lot. Because of this tendency, I remember all of the things I want to remember and some of the things I do not. That in itself may be the single biggest challenge of being a self proclaimed writer: remembering things, the good, bad, and… Read More life is happening, man.