Relationships

It is tea time and Mary, Queen of Scots is sitting next to me on a rickety bench on a gritty sidewalk. Up the hill is a stone castle. This, I think, is what I expected adult life to be — a posh tea, flower blossoms in glass teapots.

I hated my mother for a long time. And right now, I cringe at the sight of those words on a page because I have never uttered them out loud, much less to another person.

To everyone in a romantic relationship, trust me, this letter is the last thing I want to be writing in a place like this 
 

This summer, I lost my cat.

A collection of portraits by Katie Jane Villanueva

Q, who are you?
A being that is capable of loving, and being happy.

I drive, gripping my steering wheel, towering electric poles zooming by like lanky giants.

I got married last weekend.

When I was a kid, Saturday mornings meant a breakfast of fried rice, a runny egg, and SPAM—a staple in our pantry growing up.

I just bought a dining table for my apartment. It is two months into the school year and almost half a year since my lease started. Why the delay?