Scum
Grief Ghost
'I was texting a dead person, a ghost, and there was no point waiting for a response. I blocked her and then unblocked her. I put her on mute and pretended she didn’t exist...We all text dead people sometimes. To others, we might be the dead people they text.'
A memoir essay on the grief of being ghosted by someone you love intensely. Images of Vita Sackville-West and lines drawn from her correspondence with Virginia Woolf haunt the piece, a spectral ideal of mutually requited desire that lies beyond the writer’s reach.
Sourdough Baby
It started like all sourdough starters start: on a Saturday morning, boyfriend and I mixed one part flour with one part water and kissed, gently, hoping for the best. We were looking for anything to stop the fighting.