Absence Makes the Hatred Grow Stronger
On the particular exhaustion of being back in your mother's hometown, and why some daughters don't miss the phone call.
I’m Gonna Wash That Limerence Outta My Hair
Exposure therapy, not willpower, ended a months-long fixation. The verdict on what happens when mystery meets forced proximity.
Rest In Peace, And Other Lies They Tell
A woman dies in the Colonia, and the neighborhood suddenly remembers her fondly. I don't. Some truths don't get nicer just because someone stopped breathing.
The Limerence Relapse
Round two of the crush I swore I wasn't going to write about, and this time there's no pretending the outfit choice was an accident.
Dear Stupid Ass Neighbors,
A letter my neighbors will never read. About gossip, corruption, and the survival logic that outlives the war that made it. Turns out it sounds familiar.
