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163: The Moral Of The Story Is

We all need friends. Not a single person in this city has told me they have Enough, because it takes months and years of invitations and...

162: Want

I forgot how to say the words “I want” out loud. I swallowed them whole sometime in the seventh grade which is the general age that girls...

161: Winter

This morning I opened the window. It was arguably too cold for that kind of reckless window opening, but I couldn’t help it. Winter is so...

160: Writer's Block

I run out of words to write, swiveling a pen in uninspired hands envious of God who flung the stars into place who pulled mountains from...

159: The Wrong Side of the Bed

Today I woke up on the wrong side of the bed- angry and anxious, my chest tight before the curtains even opened. Doesn’t my body know I’m...

157: The Last Time I Cried

The last time I cried was in a dimly lit bar tables scattered merely 20 in attendance. The music man at the mic said raise a glass Let’s...

156: For Lucy Ruth

You had a baby yesterday. Her name is Lucy Ruth. I haven’t met her yet but I know she’s perfect and I can’t help but cry when I think...

155: Coda

They started by telling me that he was an amazing singer. They said- You should have heard him at the Christmas concert in December with...

154: How To Build A Life

You walk yourself home and repeat the names of the subway stops as you go. You buy yourself a latte at the corner store and try to...

153: New York Taught Me

New York taught me- you don’t need a lot if you have a big window, a favorite coffee mug, some good walking shoes. You don’t need the...

152: When All This is Over

I thought when this was over there would be a parade. I thought we would throw open the doors, slide back the curtains and run out into...

151: Week One

I hope the thing we remember from these days of firsts is how you squeezed my hand when we unlocked the door and how we ate cheese and...

150: New Here

Some nights it takes an intentional choice to stand in a crowded room full of strangers and decide that you’re not lonely. Actually, the...

149: Tetris

I am the most in between I have ever been. Like the sky in between day and night or night and day, when all the edges of this harsh world...

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