Author: Brigidwriter

a girl with a painted hand and face


“The universe works in strange ways,” was something my mom always used to tell me when I called her at 4 am from my dorm room nestled in the Berkshire mountains. “It always gives you what you need when you least expect it.” I would curl in on myself and listen to her sing me to sleep before she hung up and it would be like being home again. I didn’t expect it to actually make any sense.

Coming of Age

Life Steps

When I was born it was late fall in 1995, The leaves on the trees morphed Changing colors until they descended from their limbs they called home Nature went to sleep as I began life.   When I learned to read I sat on my Grampa’s lap, His plumber’s hands


Switch a few pronouns around and we’re singing about how we hate both of their boyfriends.

city skyline during night time
Coming of Age

Broadway, the 80’s, Star Wars, My Dad and Me

We’re driving. Through Boston in August. The rain pours on the car and I sip my root beer smiling at the way the lights of the buildings and cars get muddled and watery through the windshield turning the road into a washed-out watercolor painting. Our playlist is on; switching between

woman in black and white floral bikini top
Creative Non-Fiction


We imagine our kids one day dressed in rainbow tutus and bowties in carriages with us at pride parades. When someday our marriage will not be a “gay marriage” but just a “marriage.” When I can walk hand in hand with her in the grocery store without stares is the day I will be happy.