Sometimes, as much as you love a place and its people—in this case, Chicago, and all the memories it holds for me—it can’t hold all of who you are. And that’s okay. September 30th, 2021. The day I landed back in the Bay Area after having moved back to my

I remember the first Barbie I decapitated.  It was much more difficult to re-capitate her than I expected, but the whole experience made me feel delightfully bad.  My sister and I gave our Barbies jagged haircuts, tattoos, and designed outfits for them out of Spider-Man Band-Aids.  I’m sure we weren’t