Sweet Dreams

She always dreams of satin pajamas and lace nighties instead of her worn-out yoga pants and college tee that she wears to bed every night. She wished she had a fairy godmother who could bibbidi-bobbidi-boo her into luxurious fabrics; then she could get a full night’s sleep while looking like a princess. Although no one…

A Valentine’s Day Sonnet

      If only Valentine’s Day happened thrice, on the darkest, coldest days of winter when your body is still frozen from the ice, and you need permission to reenter the glorious life you knew you once had. May every kiss act as a reminder that the good will always trump the bad. May…

Washing The Day Off

She wets her cotton round in micellar water and rubs it across her face. As she wipes her makeup off, she also takes her insecurities and battered self-esteem with it. She pumps a small amount of cleanser in her palm and gently rubs her hands together to create a lather. Then she rubs the gel…

Pardon Her French

The first thing to slip was her accent. She had spent weeks practicing her French, making it sound as if she was fluent. Her first slip-up was when she pronounced the “t” at the end of s’il vous plaît. She looked down at the table to avoid his reaction and took a sip of her café au…