I've been thinking a lot about jellyfish. I see them mostly at night, when I'm restless and ready to go somewhere, anywhere but here — pushing through the brain fog and the earthly tenets I want to divorce myself from. I wish my heart could be with the ocean, reforming itself with the waves. There is a species of jellyfish called Turritopsis dohrnii that is, by all biological measures, immortal. When it ages, suffers damage, or faces the standard indignities of existence, it

I have always wanted to believe that I was self-aware. But I was recently reminded how much I have very visible patterns of self-neglect...

I’ve started this story about fifteen times. The first draft was scribbled in the back of a book I was reading because I was desperate...

Life is hard. I hate it when people say that to me. It's so unbearably cliche and proverbial. And proverbs are the last refuge of the...