sharna

It happens in the first moment of recognizing my aloneness. It is triggered by silence. It is given flight by a feeling of emptiness; challenged by how much I love myself. It feeds on how little I feel I'm worth. And yet it's so mundane and innocuous in its poison: “S/he didn't answer my text [...]

I was cleaning out my closet last weekend, going through the remnants of past versions of myself, when I stumbled upon an old wallet from nearly four years ago.  Its bulk spoke to me of the weight I carried around then and, as I unclasped it, I discovered the stack of papers and cards that [...]

I've been writing about dating for the last three years plus and you'd think I'd have it somewhat down by now. But sometimes, especially nights like tonight, I feel like one of those lonely socks that tumbles out of the dryer and sits on the bed, just waiting to be matched, as all the other [...]

I realized tonight that, for most of my life, my power has been like a hot potato in my hands. I’d stand there, popping it back and forth between both palms, jumping up and down looking for anyone to pass it to. “Oh God this is hot - here! You take it!” and I’d chuck [...]

"Your grandmother was what we used to call a 'fast woman' in our day," his voice comes across the telephone line, wavering with a tinge of old age and tightening toward the end, trailing off lightly, his words wrapped in nostalgia. "And boy did she love to dance," he pauses for a moment before chuckling [...]