Sea Turtles

Hi. It’s been a minute since we’ve spoken. How’s it going? As good as it could be, I suppose.  I haven’t been working - yeah, no, it’s okay - I applied for unemployment and I have a few month’s worth of bill money saved up regardless. Not worrying about the financial side of things makes …

Letter to a Golden Woman

It occurs to me that he must’ve treated you the same way he treated every other woman that unwittingly stumbled, mesmerized, and fell deep into those mischievous green eyes. The strong ones, since he loved to believe he could mold a strong woman into something of his own odd fantasy. And you were definitely strong. …

The Year Mark

This transitional period of time, between apartments. Where you’re living out of a bag of clothing, all of your stuff packed away, curtains stripped from the windows, movers scheduled for Sunday. It feels like you’re living in a home that is no longer yours. You’re an illegal squatter. An odd, odd limbo. Why does moving …

New York

UES Walked the streets of New York, passed the perfect Upper East Side giraffes and their shell-shocked, "Is this really my life?" male companions that follow in the wake of those demanding heels, the homeless people appealing for a dollar, collecting for a street corner hot dog or projecting their musical prowess at midnight on …

Swiping Diagonally

Here goes my dating experiment. Because who doesn't have those these days? It's all you read about in the blogging world. But, of course, mine shall be infinitely more interesting. A friend of mine texted me one Sunday morning, when I complained to her about how I've been lacking creative inspiration. "Well," she said, teasing …

Selectively Social?

I have begun a social experiment. Over the past few weeks, my hand has been unconsciously reaching for my iPhone every few minutes (if not every minute). As embarrassing as it is to admit, I've decided that speaking about it openly will allow me to overcome my addiction. Hey, everyone, I'm Esther. It's been two …

I Almost Believed Her

I had a startling experience this holiday. A grown woman, a good 20-25 years older than I, decided that it would motivate me to return to my religion by calling me a loser (complete with a sad head shake and disappointed expression). Tough love, possibly? I found it appalling, and I was shocked into silence …

Letting Go of the Wall

I had a crazy moment the other day. Well, it’s been a seemingly endless string of crazy moments, building up on one another to create this precarious tower that shook and rattled until it came crashing down – that’s what anxiety attacks feel like. You know exactly what’s happening, when it springs up on you. …

Echo

I chose the name "Echo" because that's how this all came about - a piece sent to a friend, a "What do you think of this?" and the response was a morsel of prose, the perfect echo. From there it became a search for increased creativity, and friends from all over the country have beautifully …

Not Sure Why I Wrote “Jackals”

I’ve started to realize that I’m not good at writing just for the sake of writing. Every “expert” has told me that in order to become a truly great writer, you have to practice every day. It doesn’t matter if it’s good or bad, they say, as long as you have created something on paper or write it on your (fancy shmancy) laptop. "Create, create, create!” the jackals say!