On August third, two years ago, I moved to San Francisco and felt excessive worry and excitement on what was to come. San Francisco kept pulling me until I finally arrived. The city was my escape, my place to visit on vacations until it became the place for me to…

Having friends seems like an easy achievement to obtain but as I become older, I’ve noticed it is much more complex than had ever occurred to me. Friendships are inspiring and dense. Friendships are a chosen family. Some people click instantly and others can take a while to warm up…

When I was little, I was a daddy’s girl. My dad had the best stories, the best laugh, the best love. It’s rare for me to speak about my father through a lens that isn’t heavily coated in anger, disgust, and vengeance. Maybe age is showing me to be understanding…

I came home this afternoon to the sound of tiny paws running to the front door to greet me. The stillness of the house greeted me and reminded me of the loneliness inside of my body and the quiet echo throughout the house. Inside my bedroom, I carelessly dropped my…

In March, I was driving very slowly downtown with a new friend. I was driving slowly through the traffic stretching out in front of me. I had a new friend in the car with me and we didn’t know each other very well yet as we were still going on…

By: Corrin Luella Avchin I am my mothers child. I crave addictive men and addictive substances. I am my fathers child. I crave violence. Emotionally. My body is always cold but the inside of me burns from a place I cannot grasp. …

Virtual Reality Training for medical professionals through COVID-19 By Corrin Avchin Change is the only constant in the field of technology, and more so during the era of COVID-19 era. …

By: Corrin Avchin It’s been 9 months. 9 months since I have broken up with my college boyfriend. 9 months of meeting new men and inevitably, the conversation turns to ask about dating and the dreaded exes. Potential lovers steer the conversation to ask about my break up, men slightly…

Haunted by Memories I Cannot Own By: Corrin Avchin Every night after I see him, I can’t sleep. I toss, I turn, I throw off the blankets, rip off my socks, all in the injustice for not remembering clearly. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to flood the memories…