All in Personal Essay

Bad Hair Day

The first time I recall ever being truly undone by worry, the kind that played on a continual loop and interfered with every aspect of my life, was the result of an errant haircut at a trendy salon. I became obsessed that I got AIDS from someone I absolutely did not have sex with.


I spent an inordinate amount of time in college devoted to the maintenance of continually ripe bananas, which, unfortunately, is not a metaphor for something more interesting.