Alicia LutesShe Flew the CoopI’ve built a cage around myself, one I’ve cobbled together from what I have interpreted as other people’s desires for my behaviors to be…Sep 20, 2021Sep 20, 2021
Alicia LutesThe WalkI’m trying to walk more. To take my time getting places, one foot in front of the other, one step at a time; to move slowly but with…Aug 20, 2021Aug 20, 2021
Alicia LutesDermatillomaniaThe problem is that I’m an addict. I was raised by addicts. I often find myself in the company of fellow addicts. Only my drug of choice is…May 22, 2021May 22, 2021
Alicia LutesTen and Two2009 was my first full year in New York City. I was working at mtvU, scheduling commercials, living in West Harlem with a bright blue…Dec 31, 2019Dec 31, 2019
Alicia LutesDon’t Tweet ThatI’m mad at myself because I keep messing up, even when I try. But don’t worry, this is a happy story. In the end. Mostly. (We’ll get there…Jul 11, 2019Jul 11, 2019
Alicia LutesJeremy**Warning: this story contains frank discussions of mental health, anxiety, self-hatred, and suicidal ideation. If you or someone you know…Oct 25, 2018Oct 25, 2018
Alicia LutesThis Is How It StartsTo be honest, you’re not entirely sure about the how. It’s just that, suddenly, every day is like this: you wake up, flustered. Missy…Jul 12, 2018Jul 12, 2018
Alicia LutesGiving LessThis time, I’m giving less. Of myself, of my world, my love, my feelings, my opinions. And I mean it this time. Because I’m tired. I’ve…May 31, 2018May 31, 2018
Alicia LutesTired of CoolI’m sick and tired of cool. Cool—as an idea co-opted by the apathetic—isn’t something to which we should all aspire, it’s an idea that…May 9, 2018May 9, 2018
