I have a byline, but I am not a byline
I have a byline, some days. It’s like a virtual name tag that pops up on your computer screen, or, for those who still read hardcopies, a 10-point Times New […]
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I have bad knees, but I am not my bad knees
Story by Bryony Owen I have bad knees. I have multiple knee braces, surgery scars, physical therapists and surgeons to prove it. For a long time, I’ve let my bad […]
I have regrets, but I am not my regrets
Story by Katie West Regret. Such a generic word for such a strong emotion. It’s an emotion that visits me as often as certain smells, songs, places and people trigger […]
I have, not I am
World, view me like a car. Mark the freckles on my cheeks, the strands of hair on my head. Write down my make and model number: A 1989 Scandinavian female. Put me […]
These broken pieces
I messed up. I’m pretty sure I messed up, that is. I broke my body, didn’t I? I didn’t mean to. I didn’t intend to hurt myself. The bruises and […]
A walk down the aisle
I would like to share with you a memory. A memory I’ve tucked into a small wooden music box, with trinkets and keepsakes – faded baby blanket, first tooth, graduation […]
Meet my mom
There was a time in my life when I kept this woman somewhat of a secret. If there was an opportunity to change a story so that I could avoid […]
Please, eat
A year ago, I wrote a tribute to my thighs, because when I stand in front of the mirror, it’s so tempting for me to criticize. To wish for something […]
Identification
The waitress thumbed the tacky sticker that covered the bottom half of my driver’s license, its fading black letters much harder to read since I smoothed on the adhesive label […]
A simple menu
Before my days of Friday Night Dinner Parties, Fridays were reserved for restauranting with my dad. No movies with the girls or midnight bowling trips (because I’ve always had too […]
Taylor's Taste 