I’ve never categorized myself as a girl. In fact, I’ve never even felt like a girl. I recognize myself as a “woman” and as “Lauren”, but not a “girl”. I’ll even take “lady”, but no “girl”. “Girl” conjures up images of monthly hair, manicure and tanning appointments. Weekly shopping trips with girlfriends, yoga classes every [...]

Sitting across the room from him, writing, listening to the consonance of alt-country, thinking how one day I hoped for a moment like this. How I used to write about the faceless passenger who rode beside me, out into the desert at night, the top down, thinking how there was nothing more beautiful than this. [...]

I wondered if you even existed when I would see a couple on the street. At the rate I was going, it didn’t seem like I would come to meet you. You were an elusive figure. Someone I was left to writing about. A stranger I was to meet on a subway in a big [...]

source “I haven’t been in love in a long, long time,” she said to herself in the best Otis Redding impression she could muster up. Heightened emphasis on the first “long.” Eight ‘o’s’. “I haven’t been in love in a loooooooong, long time,” she kept repeating just enough so the purpose behind the sentence meant [...]