New year, new me: I have my first-ever personal essay up on Narratively! It's a meditation on anger, loneliness, pregnancy and abandonment, and it definitely involves Greek Fury costumes. Read it here.
Hey you! Over there! Have you signed up for my Tiny Letter yet? A Tiny Letter is an email newsletter made by me, especially for you. Mine's called Confession Booth. Every month, I send out a question for you to ponder and answer. You send your answer back, and I create a curated newsletter of people's confessions, with a little bonus essay on the theme by yours truly. Think of it as free therapy, without the pesky HIPPA protections! Intrigued? Sign up at https://tinyletter.com/ashsan82.
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The Tiny Letter responses are in, and they're amazing, folks! The theme was growing up: what's hard about it, what's surprising, what's refreshing. Below is my essay I wrote after reading your responses, as well as some excerpts from stuff people sent me. If you weren't quoted directly in the essay, you will be in another one, so keep sending them in! And if you want to sign up for my Tiny Letter, follow this link. And with no further ado: confessions!
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When my friend Ash Mae Hoiland was young, she crawled through her friend’s window and onto the roof. In her hands she carried cocoa butter and tin foil; she planned to lie on the slanted tiles until her skin turned a honeyed brown. She did not know she would grow up. And, as she said, the cup she would later fill with teenage shame did not exist yet. She was free. “My body was hollow,” she wrote, “like the bones of a bird, full of anticipation. I could have taken flight in my swimsuit off of the slanted roof we tanned our pre-pubescent bodies on.”Read More