Author: Lysha Del

PEOPLE: THEY ARE BLIND

As I reflect on the past decade+ of trials and tribulations, successes and experiences, one very important lesson jumps out at me: It is so important to surround yourself with the right people. People will see you as an external version of themselves. They see what they like about themselves, or what they don’t. They see someone they want to be, or someone they failed to be. Someone they used to k...

HER NAME WAS MAY

I’m walking home from a night class. I forgot my umbrella but it’s only spitting. The Main is one-way, and the cars with their headlights come in my direction. I hate that. I can’t stand the idea of someone noticing me from their car. I can’t stand the idea of someone staring at me from behind their headlights. The alley down to my place is shared by two bars, a strip club and a porn theatre. Men ...

FOUR OFF-HANDED COMMENTS THAT BROUGHT ME HERE

Sometimes casual statements summarize unknown anxieties so perfectly that they echo in our hearts and horrify us for months or years. The words puncture a place we didn’t know was soft. They eventually become inspiration for change. These are some of my favorites. “Don’t forget to get all the bits.” – Duncan Duffy, my boss in a dilapidated British estate. Duffy was so enthusiastic as he rubb...

CALIFORNIA WON’T BURN THE ATLANTIC OUT OF YOU

Everything was falling apart but I didn’t care because the flowers were beautiful. I’d never been to California. The sun was giving my upper-east-coast alabaster skin a heat rash. I was covered in these raised, red splotches, but then, the sparkles on the surface of the ocean seemed infinitely more important. Why here? Why a desolate stretch of sidewalk in southern California? I knew the answer wh...

TO LIFELONG FRIENDSHIP

  You know what we would have done on a night like this? A nothing night. A no party night. A no work night? I’d have wandered over to your place or you to mine. We’d have done nothing, together. Nothing, like watching one of my roommates’ movies. You, going to bathroom halfway through. Forty-five minutes going by. It becoming clear you’re doing that thing again, where you talk to yourself in...

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