Essays

Loving yourself means loving every iteration of yourself.

In the mountains of North Carolina lies a small town secluded by fresh green oak trees and lined with dirt paths called Murphy. In Murphy everybody knows everybody because ‘downtown’ consisted of five stores and two bars; in a town so small, there isn’t a lot of room for hostility. I’ll never forget a trip I took to murphy when I was five because it was one of the only trips I remember with my entire family.

This serves as a formal apology to the Josiah’s of the world who yearn for the same human connection as the rest of us. You will find someone who looks past your icks and thinks its cute when you call the waitress by her name.

Creative Writing

He’s sitting in those sheets, the same charcoal-colored ones I used to grip in the middle of the night. His head is probably on my pillow: the one that I claimed my first night there because it was just the right balance of firm and soft. It would have helped if he was somewhere foreign, not somewhere I had spent so many nights.