Like my first public memory, which is probably of The Challenger exploding and not of the time that I saw Lindsay Farr’s vagina in eighth grade, which was public but not the sort of thing that probably qualifies as “public writ large”… Continue Reading
At your second one-year cake, you lamented the suffering you had put everyone through, but boy, had you not even started yet.… Continue Reading
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.… Continue Reading
If life had a reset button, I wish my father had beat the hell out of me.… Continue Reading
I was ready to negotiate with terrorists. Or at least my boyfriend.… Continue Reading
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?… Continue Reading
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.… Continue Reading
“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.”… Continue Reading
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.… Continue Reading
Clare watches a man on YouTube play guitar and sing to animals, and they come to him and cuddle him, and her mother tells her it’s a bunch of AI nonsense, and her brother tells her she’s being a girl again, which to him is an insult.… Continue Reading