Tried and tested, I assure you it works — My skin has been positively glowing lately. Soft and supple to the touch and sight, it has the characteristics of a freshly ripe peach — minus the fuzz because I shaved recently. I want to believe it’s all thanks to the $300 I spent at Sephora on skin care products…

Who I am, Why I write and What I write. It’s all here. — I’m going to start off by being honest because I harbor guilt over it — this post is about 1 month and 1 day late. I had originally intended to write and publish this About Me on my birthday this year, July 11, because I had done something I never…

Lots and lots of free bread in return for my hand — Blacksburg, VA — One day back in 2011, I answered a knock on my door and found three hot men standing outside, with a bag of bread in each of their hands. The first man — who looked like a fetus a cougar hunts down— spoke up: “Hi! I’m One, from…

Cue The Multi-Cultural Edit — If there is one identity I claim to be my own, it is that of being an OG desert island kid, because I was born and raised in a (desert island) country: The Kingdom of Bahrain. …

Plus other such suspicions — How well do you really know your partner? Or the people around you? Are they hiding their true colors from you or are you a good judge of character? Right now, I’m not so sure. I’m not sure at all. What’s so funny, punk? This morning, I saw my husband smiling into his phone…

Spoiler Alert: Mike is my Anxiety — The wheels in my head go round and round round and round, round and round The wheels in my head go round and round all through the day — © Mike, 2022 My nephew’s favorite Cocomelon rhyme transcends the television, permeates my skull, into my brain, and out through my…

Because I’m going to take you on a ride to the Town of Random Rants — If diversity is the new norm, then isn’t neurodiversity typical? If #mentalhealth is in vogue right now, then why do I feel the need to say “I’m taking a mental health day off” at work instead of “I don’t want to talk to anyone so leave me the fuck alone.” If I’m…

And for how I should feel about them. I may have never known if you hadn’t noticed — The first time I was made aware of my growing chest, I was ten. It was a hot summer day, the kind of dry desert heat that makes soft cotton clothing feel like sandpaper. …

It’s FUN. So much…fun. — It’s Wednesday, there’s an empty bottle of beer on the marble top and the curry-topped fries are cold and soggy. A lone taco truck — a tiny reminder that “Baby nephew was here!” — stands mid-drive on the carpet, surrounded by stinky dog toys. There’s a laptop in my hand…