When my parents were getting divorced, my father told me that he never loved me. I was sixteen. My mother was in their bedroom shoving bras, jeans, underwear, t-shirts into a suitcase large enough for an adult to curl up in. My father stood in the doorway with a can of Natty Boh in one […]
There was no lipstick on my collar; no cartoonish smell lines of someone else’s perfume. There was a ghost, though, that trailed me home: a specter who didn’t slam cabinets or make things fly through the room but rather stood and stared from corners with a wispy finger pointed at me, knowing what I had […]
The door let out a pleasant chirp as they entered, a twirl of giggles and unbrushed hair, swirling together like soft serve. Reaching up with a muffled laugh to detangle her strawberry blonde from Rebecca’s brazen coal, she thought this must be a metaphor for their friendship: messy, beautiful, and undeniably intertwined. She hoped for […]
Rachel Wyman is a dancer and creative arts therapist from Walla Walla, Washington. She resides in Brooklyn, New York, where she works with psychiatric patients in a public […]
Rachel Wyman is a dancer and creative arts therapist from Walla Walla, Washington. She resides in Brooklyn, New York, where she works with psychiatric patients in a public hospital.