September 22, 2014
September 21, 2014
Today, in Salon. A bong, a raw vegan cafe and an unsolvable loneliness. All I had wanted was to feel something, but I felt nothing.
June 25, 2014
“Mating Habits of the Asterisk,” a new essay in The Morning News.
June 15, 2014
Adultery, McMansions, and sweatpants that say stuff on the butt.
January 27, 2014
Someone cries like a baby while I’m cruxing. Luckily, it is not me, but an actual baby.
© 2014 Emily Meg Weinstein