-
May 13, 2024 | 
memoirland.substack.com | Sara Baume |Amber Thomas |Billy Lezra |Shelley Youngblut
Welcome to Memoir Land—a newsletter edited by , now featuring four verticals:Memoir Monday, a weekly curation of the best personal essays from around the web brought to you by Narratively, The Rumpus, Granta, Guernica, Oldster Magazine, Literary Hub, Orion Magazine, The Walrus, and Electric Literature. Below is this week’s curation. First Person Singular, featuring original personal essays.
-
May 9, 2024 | 
electricliterature.com | Billy Lezra
essays Who am I without the illness I’ve always lived with?
-
Nov 24, 2023 | 
stuff.co.nz | Billy Lezra
The day I decided to die, I watched the sun disappear into the San Francisco Bay. As the orange ripples spread through the water, I made my way to a subway station, sat on a blue steel bench and waited for the eastbound train to Oakland. I'd been drinking whisky mixed with flat Coke all afternoon to work up the nerve to jump in front of the train, and I was drunk enough that my plan felt within reach. I was 23.
-
Nov 21, 2023 | 
publico.pt | Billy Lezra
Deste artigo
Gerir notificações
Receba notificações quando publicamos um texto deste autor ou sobre os temas deste artigo.
Estes são os autores e tópicos que escolheu seguir. Pode activar ou desactivar as notificações.
-
Nov 20, 2023 | 
sfgate.com | Billy Lezra
The day I decided to die, I watched the sun disappear into the San Francisco Bay. As the orange ripples spread through the water, I made my way to a subway station, sat on a blue steel bench and waited for the eastbound train to Oakland. I'd been drinking whiskey mixed with flat Coke all afternoon to work up the nerve to jump in front of the train, and I was drunk enough that my plan felt within reach. I was 23.
-
Nov 19, 2023 | 
washingtonpost.com | Billy Lezra
The day I decided to die, I watched the sun disappear into the San Francisco Bay. As the orange ripples spread through the water, I made my way to a subway station, sat on a blue steel bench and waited for the eastbound train to Oakland. I’d been drinking whiskey mixed with flat Coke all afternoon to work up the nerve to jump in front of the train, and I was drunk enough that my plan felt within reach. I was 23.
-
Aug 25, 2023 | 
insider.com | Billy Lezra
When I was 13, my spleen was removed, leaving me immunocompromised. When I was 29, I was accepted to grad school, so I had to choose between my health and education. I'm entering my second year of grad school and hoping more people will wear masks. I was 13 when a surgeon removed my spleen. I have a rare genetic disorder that inhibited my red blood cells from passing through my spleen correctly, making me anemic.
-
Aug 21, 2023 | 
news.yahoo.com | Billy Lezra
I never expected that a morning in Target would alter the course of my marriage. On a sunny winter day, I found myself standing in the home decor aisle with my partner, Liam. I’d dragged him to Target after a ridiculous idea bloomed in my mind: I wanted him to guess the scents of all the candles they sold, while blindfolded. I tied my purple scarf around his blue eyes and shoved candle after candle under his nose. His nose twitched.
-
Aug 21, 2023 | 
today.com | Billy Lezra
Aug. 21, 2023, 1:27 PM UTCBy I never expected that a morning in Target would alter the course of my marriage. On a sunny winter day, I found myself standing in the home decor aisle with my partner, Liam. I’d dragged him to Target after a ridiculous idea bloomed in my mind: I wanted him to guess the scents of all the candles they sold, while blindfolded. I tied my purple scarf around his blue eyes and shoved candle after candle under his nose. “Pine?” he asked. “No.”“Lavender?”“Think candy,” I said.
-
Jun 26, 2023 | 
cnn.com | Billy Lezra
Editor’s Note: Billy Lezra is an MFA candidate in nonfiction at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas, whose work has appeared in The Independent, HuffPost and elsewhere. Billy is currently working on a book titled “Los Animales.” You can reach them on Instagram @b.lezra. The views expressed in this commentary are their own. View more opinion on CNN. CNN — My queerness and my addiction to alcohol flourished in a tiny bar tucked in San Francisco’s Castro district.
