“Can I ask you something?” my older sister asked. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but I have to ask.” I knew what she wanted to ask. I’ve been getting this question a lot lately. “The tattoo?” I replied. “Yeah,” she continued. “I didn’t know if…” She was referring to the ...Continue

After a couple months of living in Boston, there wasn’t much that I saw that could be classified as “out of the ordinary.” Ordinary became the guy on the subway eating a paperback novel to protest… something. Ordinary was sitting on the bus next to a cute little old guy in a three-piece tweed suit

People say I’m unique. I notice details others don’t see—a spiderweb on a stained-glass church window, a white bird in winter. The way someone’s eyes might be comparable to a planet that is not our own. Uniqueness comes from the chaos of chemicals in a person’s brain. And for me, those chemicals

The story of a girl, her cat tattoo, and the unexpected and extreme conflicts that ensued.Continue reading