How to Kill a Rock Star

by Tiffanie DeBartolo

my head began to unravel like a ball of yarn tumbling down a staircase.

we live in a country that values commerce over art, a country that allows mediocre talents to thrive and breed and poison the airwaves, movie screens, television, and printed word like toxic chemicals in the water supply.

But trying to describe how I felt watching her dance around and sing would be like trying to build a skyscraper with my bare hands.

terrible things are completely out of a person’s control, and I didn’t know how to surrender to that.