How I Finally Stopped Biting My Nails
Spoiler alert: Drugs. It was drugs.
10 min readJun 17, 2019
One of my earliest memories is sitting in the clawed-to-bits (why were they so clawed? Our dog didn’t do it? The world may never know) seats of my mom’s Volkswagen van before preschool as she hunched over my impossibly small fingers. Her hair was spilling over her shoulders, which it always did because it was very long and beautiful and I’m…