I failed all the classes I had syllabuses for my first semester at Lehman. No one knew. I pride myself in swallowing the remnants of a failed love. It is now a year post-undergrad, I have a pretty neat teaching job, a cool companion who is also a fire sign and a support system that allows me to be myself.. as Apple briefly tends to remind us how life can transform in a short period of time, I look back at my timeline of failed relations and say to myself maybe just that one heartache was meant to be.

by Gail Irby

A doula & art teacher from the Bronx with the thirst for creating and editing pieces of literature.

I have curated everything from bibliographies, missed connections to memoirs.

Whether to get a grade, for my own comfort or to simply get things off of my mind.


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