With a pile of dirty clothes on her right and a half empty box of diapers on her left, Hanna sat in the middle of the sofa with her eyes...

A month or so before the beginning of summer vacation of my freshman year, the homeroom teachers in my high school had addressed the...

“This is bullshit. Funerals. Why are they even a thing? What benefit are they? To who? We’re gathered tonight to remember Lisbeth… What...

Her eyes were dry and her pulse was still but she felt a panic like she’d never felt before. She wasn’t ready for this.

Years ago I went over to my parent’s house and my nephew was there playing with my dad. He was three years old at the time (my nephew,...