Depression takes many forms; some of them are bodies of water. A poem from N. Alysha Lewis.
If all the world’s a stage, what’s the musical soundtrack for your parents’ divorce? Losing your virginity? Meeting your husband?
It’s funny how life doesn’t stop happening to you, even after you decide to stop writing about it. She here’s where we restart the process.
Is it natural to have so many anxious thoughts about a Starbucks?
Dating has plenty of players and requires a lot of balls. So we can all agree it’s a game. But is marriage winning, losing, or quitting?
Before today, she never even had to ask. A simple request can be all it takes to realize something’s wrong with your relationship.
Monogamy works for a lot of people. But “’til death do us part” is awfully morbid and an awfully long time. So, maybe it needs a bit of modification.
Do people even meet-cute anymore? To the chagrin of N. Alysha Lewis, they actually do. At least she and her husband did. Check out the moment that they met.
Have you met Shame? What about Fear? And I know Honesty and Love sound like good guys, but in my mind, they’re actually monsters.