In the sweltering heat of midsummer, in New York City’s most outer borough, 14 year-old Clair stands alone at the bus stop. She’s wearing...

Three months. Fourteen days. One hour. Nineteen minutes. That’s how long it’s been since you broke up with me. I remember precisely...

Every time I think of you, I think of the show Degrassi too. In 2009, we are fourteen, and Degrassi: The Next Generation is on its...

Summer is once again hot, heavy and humid. Sweat already prickles on my brow the moment I open my car door. It sweeps over me and around...

On days when I get sick of applications and working dead-end jobs I run to the lake. On my way along the hills that chart my course...

A Written-In-Five-Minutes Flash Prose; A Protagonist Stuck in A Moment I always take forever to get ready. I force the itchy fabric of...

Once my mother told me she wasn’t my mother, not really. “Oh,” she said, “I gave birth to you, but –” and here she waved her hand...

She picked at the green plastic straw, then drew it halfway up out of her drink, focusing on the white coating of whipped cream that...

The internet says smelling citrus means someone you love is near. Maybe they’re in the kitchen stripping a lemon of its zest. They could...