Two Weeks In Treatment

Written by Gillianne Ross  Art By: Grace Monahan   I taught myself how to use the Red Line last December. I ran down the stairs from the sidewalk of Mass Ave into the bowels of Boston, my mind suddenly set on getting out of Cambridge and back to Downtown Crossing. Harvard Square was painted black…

Piercing My Nose with a Sewing Needle—Seriously

Written by: Gillianne Ross Art by: Grace Monahan   We all do weird-ass, crazy shit as teenagers, and I was no exception. Middle school in rural Vermont is like a blackhole of anxiety and hormones you cannot escape. City kids can lead a double life if so desired, but not in my hometown—you’re stuck. So,…

“The Fifteen” Fallacies

Written by Gillianne Ross Starting college can be terrifying, exciting, and a bit diarrheal. You’ve got a new home (which has mysterious stains on the rug), new friends (we all need them at this point), and new responsibilities (so set a fucking alarm and get moving, debt waits for nobody). Not only are there all…

The One With The Dead Possum

Written by Gillianne Ross So my friends and I are walking down the street to visit our friend at their radio job. It’s Friday, the sun is still shining, and it is band jam session time for our gang of friends. We hit Beech St, Cliff St, Bayview St, and finally Howard St. Our little…