Carla Ciccone is a writer from Toronto. Her work has appeared in The New Yorker, The Cut, and Bon Appétit.
An accurate astrological picture gave me a sense of control over the different way my mind worked.
Undiagnosed ADHD didn’t make me seek out bad friends, but it did distort the ways I saw myself and how I thought friendships should feel.
The doctor said she knew in the first five minutes. In eighteen years of schooling and thirty-nine years on the planet, no one else had ever noticed.
Many of us don’t get the chance for revenge, justice, or even goddamn peace. Olimpia managed to succeed, throughout her entire life, where men wanted to see her fail.
