This past February, I decided to walk away from a lucrative advertising career. I contemplated it for an entire year beforehand. My initial plan was to save some money, take off for a few months, and work on my art projects. While I was excited about expressing the artistic side
Editor's Note: This essay contains strong depictions of domestic violence that some readers might find upsetting.
Memories of the beatings still haunt me while I am awake.
Vivid like a movie complete with digital surround sound, the memories invite me in like an old familiar friend I haven't seen in years. As
A few months ago, I was blindsided by the news that my best male friend of 10 years stole nude photographs of me from my computer under the guise of perusing and uploading music from my iTunes library.
A friend whom he had also violated, who feared his retaliation and further
I was at a loft party in Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn. There were bawdy lady performers: a sort of classical music group singing about their lovers and a comedienne joking about giving birth in the middle of an opera performance (there was wine spilled on the stage to simulate water breaking and a
Hi, my name is Alexis and I don’t drink. I’ve never had a problem with alcohol and I’m not “sober” as defined by AA , I’m “sober” because I don’t like drinking. While I can’t speak to the struggles of those working toward sobriety and changing their entire lives, I
Or Three Weeks Inside My Broken Brain
I HAVE A SECRET NOBODY KNOWS.
Sometimes I don't let it out of its box in my mind. For months, even years at a time. Sometimes its whispers