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I wake up and my cheeks hurt. I think I was smiling in my sleep.    It’s Sunday morning, and my smile widens before I even open my eyes....

My stomach, grumbling loud and actually painful, eventually ends my Survivor  marathon of dissociation. I guess it’s time to be a human...

The phone barely rings twice before my mom’s voice bursts through the speaker.  “Oh, Andy! It’s so lovely to hear from you sweetie, just...

I wouldn’t have been able to imagine doing this three years ago. I smile into the mirror as I run the comb through my wet hair. Three...

I stare at the bottle—hard. It taunts me. I bought it with the clear intent to drink and forget my problems. I still want to drink and...

The clock ticks closer to 8 AM, and I can feel Emily’s eyes burning into me.  I pay her no mind. I know what she’s waiting for–another...

For the first time in weeks, I have a handle on everything, and the day is going great. It’s a big day—four separate shoots happening at...

I walk into Java Joe’s, one of New York’s 24/7 cafés, at 11:15 pm, dead on my feet but determined to get this over with. I don’t know...

Jesus, can these people walk any slower?! I dodge left, then right, trying to get around the gaggle of gawking tourists clogging the...

You’d think I’ve downed six cups of coffee from how antsy I am. Emily keeps shooting me annoyed, frustrated looks, but I can’t bring...

It turns out Runway really can’t function without Miranda. In the week and a half since Paris, Miranda scrapped the entire upcoming...

Paris was chaos, but New York is colder. I shove through the apartment building’s heavy glass door, hauling two overstuffed suitcases....

“Don’t be ridiculous, Andrea, everybody wants this.” The flashes of the cameras are blinding, like lightning strikes in the dark interior...

What does it mean to be? If you were expecting a simple answer, I have bad news.  The first thing that might come to mind is Hamlet’s...

Growing up as a girl is confusing.  I was told, “Reach for the stars, even YOU can become president!” (Evidently not.)  At the same time,...

My phone hasn’t made a sound in days. Not even a scam call. Not even a wrong number.  I keep it fully charged, the ringer on and set to...

I’ve often wished for a button I could slam my palm against and—poof—men are a thing of the past. The ultimate lesbian dream. “But...

Gabriel spun lazily in his swivel chair, staring up at the ceiling. I hate Customer Support,  he thought. It’s always the same questions....

DM Notes by God, Creator of the Universe, Reluctant Dungeon Master Campaign Title:   The 21st Century Is a Dumpster Fire Session Log:  ...

Phone calls are the worst.  But at least you can slam a receiver down (or, okay, dramatically press "end call"). A text? Once it’s out...