I sulked down 5th Ave, my daily dose of depression hanging over me like an umbrella. All Holden Caulfield and shit.

I didn’t look up, but I pictured skyscrapers reaching to the heavens of capital by my side, the smell of cigarettes and greasy $2 fries, while the fresh rain all the way from the lakes of Upstate New York would patter against my umbrella. But then, I arrived at my destination, close...

Amid the clicks and clacks of keyboards and greyscale Cisco phones letting out monotone rings, Ryan gave an intense yawn to the computer’s camera at his desk.

“Ryan, are you with us?” The unimpressive bubble of Ryan’s boss came over the screen. Although he was Ryan’s boss and the manager of his division, Mike, had a camera was eternally doomed to be pixelated and microphone worn to extreme tinnin...

I told Melissa just about everything, those years ago when we shouldn’t have had many worries. I should’ve only thought about awkwardly shaking her father’s hand, then Melissa and I critiquing expensive layered cake and hors d’oeuvres, taking all the free leftovers home that we could to our inner-city apartment. Instead, I cleared the hurdle of telling her about my past, my family. Half-wizard blo...

My therapist, my brother, my mom. Those are the three people who know. I’m about to make it four.

Jackson and I incidentally first met by bonding over my therapist.

“You see Susan too? Oh, she’s great,” he said sweetly, eyes as innocent as morning dew. “She helped me come out to my family,” he said matter of factly. And that’s the first moment I knew I might just be able to love him.

You see, I...

I can’t believe I had fallen for it. Of course his new girlfriend was out of town. Of course our children, forever split by our own two differences, were now asleep in the guest bedrooms, probably drugged by him like I am now.

“Would you want to have a drink together? Just for old times sake?” Jonathan had asked me from the beckoning warmth of the front doorway. He could tell I was dawdling on th...

My dirt caked hands felt cleaner than the dusty corners of my soul that lay rotting in the grass. The sun would be up soon, the detectives prowling near my corpse like a pack of apathetic, meddlesome vultures. And I would be dead.

I didn’t mind the idea of death, I really didn’t. I remember thinking I wouldn’t really mind if my death was in a week. Not because I don’t like living, but more becaus...