Sometimes, I dream about what it's like to be naturally sober. I mean, sober without intent. The kind of sober you don't have to think...

Dear Diary, My socks are wet, and I wish I were dead. Seriously. Wet socks are the epitome of misery. Walk a mile in my wet sock shoes,...

A Chicago story Photo by Tony Mucci on Unsplash. Edited by Jenna Malin on Wix. She waited long after the windows went dark, watching from...