Easier to be chosen than to choose. Jenni knows this. She pulls us through the day on an invisible leash—her grandmother’s birthday, a trailer park, a couch that looks like an orange muppet—until there’s no edges left.… more
Easier to be chosen than to choose. Jenni knows this. She pulls us through the day on an invisible leash—her grandmother’s birthday, a trailer park, a couch that looks like an orange muppet—until there’s no edges left.… more
It’s none of her damn business, but it’s nice she’s acting like a mother. Annoying but normal-annoying. Better than her crying alone on the couch, like a decaying potato, oozing in the darkness.… more
Her face glowing the ruby of the cabernet and with shame—the shame of asking, worrying about her seam, but too afraid to touch it. What if it has dried up? With a few more lessons on seduction, could it be a desert gulch in a flash flood?… more
I held my violet fingernails up to my stubble and rhinestone stud earrings and said, I’m not exactly what most people have in mind when they hear positive male role model.… more
“We weren’t right together,” he said. “She was always telling me I should be with a man, instead.”
“She thought you weren’t into women?’
“She thought no man could feel real love for a woman.”… more
When Craig dies, he is sentenced to come back to earth as a roll of toilet paper, now with plenty of time to review his previous acts, searching for the one shameful moment that placed him on the shelf packed tightly with his seven siblings.… more
“Dad says that if PSOs catch ya, they’ll kick your head in,” says Shauny. I don’t want my head kicked in. I run.… more
Andy hides in the igloo the kids had built from snow up to their waists. He sees cars sliding, parents picking up children. But not his. He hears excited voices. Twenty inches already! Traffic jammed… phone lines down. Now everyone’s gone.… more
Have you ever noticed when someone wants to sound smart, they’ll say it’s worth noting…? Well, it’s worth noting that my door’s always open, by which I mean it’s never closed, leaving me vulnerable to all manner of incursion.
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A guy’s looking up at me, pointing down and mouthing “Jump.” But I ain’t jumping. I’m flying. And I’m about to show Dad how wrong he was.… more