ZARA BARRIE

The final chapter.

Also: my guardian angel smokes Virginia Slims.

A crucial update. (To read this chapter—keep scrolling. If you prefer to listen to me read it aloud, click on the video below:) It's been...

A different kind of writer's strike...

Especially me. Right now. At this party.

You will choose self-preservation.

And other things we lose in the fire.

She'll turn the glitter into litter and your dreams into pyramid schemes. When I turned twenty-one I lived in a glass house in Beachwood...

Don't be afraid. There are NO images of rats in this essay. *TO LISTEN TO THIS ESSAY CLICK THE VIDEO BELOW, NARRATED BY THE AUTHOR....

You need to have a MAJOR life epiphany, first.

Ride the waves of change or get swallowed whole. (FREE FOR A LIMITED TIME). I could get into all the reasons as to *why* I decided to...

It doesn't matter how you get there. So long as you *get there.*

Temples are pretty. I'm ugly.

I carry enough baseless generational guilt around with me. I traipse over to the woman in charge. I love a bitch at the helm. I secretly...

I'll hold your hand through this nightmare.

The cab ride from South Williamsburg to bumblefuck New Jersey takes over two hours and is even more expensive than I'd initially feared. It'

I arrive in New York City at sunset. The sky looks like a creamsicle; muted ivory streaked with brilliant bolts of tangerine. Summer is...

I am one of those New Yorkers who feverishly loves the city. I don’t care that she’s loud. I don’t care that she’s exorbitantly expensive—

I wake up with a jolt. I’m in a pitch-dark room with no windows. My head pounds heavy and slow. Like a heartbeat. Like a prison guard’s boot

In the heart of south Florida lives a small village humbly called, Wilton Manors. If you know Florida you know that Florida is full of strip

I am afraid. I am afraid. I am afraid. Despite the wide-stretched smile and big mascara-encrusted eyes, I am nothing. But the embodiment of