We broke into pieces slowly, like an uncovered cake drying out for weeks on a counter. I'd say the crumbling began after he'd admitted to starting the fire in our apartment. It took a while to accept it as truth given the erosion of safety I'd been avoiding most of my adult life. I'd been brave enough to examine…Read more Shutter
recovery
More or Less
 The recipe was complex. It wasn't the product of any single ingredient; chaotic poverty, violent neighborhoods, a biological rejection of breast milk, my father's drinking, a decade of sexual abuse, ballet, track, modeling, cheerleading, gymnastics, being the smart, good, catholic girl who could babysit, clean, cook, say helpful  things, the girl who got beat…Read more More or Less
Chaos and Control
My mother would be the first to point out that you could eat off my floors. But the way she would tell you was as if to mock me, as if to let you know of the drastic and rigid handicap I'm cursed with; some death-grip, psycho inability to let go. She'd monitor me at…Read more Chaos and Control
Rigid
You're never as thin as you intend to be before people begin insisting you eat more than cigarettes and black coffee. You'll also never decrease enough to satisfy the distorted images of your body in the reflections of shop windows and dressing room mirrors. Photographs might as well come with blindfolds or a razor kit.…Read more Rigid
Ripped
That was the sound my hamstring made while I was stretching after a workout. It was so loud the guy at the front desk actually came into the gym to ask what it was. It sounded like Hulk Hogan shredding his infamous yellow and red tank. I was sitting on the floor in a little…Read more Ripped
Born in Providence 