“I Serve. I decide.”

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If high school was my laboratory for self-invention, then college and the subsequent plunge into the corporate world were the long, tedious process of commercializing the product. I took the raw, untamed power I’d discovered in those hallways and I streamlined it. I sanded off the rough edges, polished the surface, and packaged it for…

High school was a four-year masterclass in the fine art of invisibility, followed by a sudden, brutal promotion to center stage. For the first two years, I was a ghost. Not the scary kind, the sad kind. I drifted through hallways smelling of floor wax and teenage desperation, my body a collection of uncoordinated limbs…

The city hums. That’s the only way to describe it at two in the morning when you’re twenty-five floors up and the only thing you’ve successfully conquered today is a mountain of mind-numbing corporate bullshit. It’s not a loud hum, not the chaotic scream of sirens and drunken idiots you get on the street. Up…

You think a story like this starts with a girl in a quiet apartment or ends with a man’s hands on your skin.  It doesn’t.  It starts with a ghost. The ghost of the girl you were supposed to be.  She lives in your bones, in the cadence of your mother’s voice on the phone,…