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You grow up and you have to find something to do with your life. Come, tell me what you are interested in, Sister Thérèse said. You must be interested in som...
At the end of what they called the terrible year, the annus horribilis—after the fizz and tingle of the first kiss (more like cheap vodka on his breath and some...
We weren’t supposed to say anything about Aunt Linda’s birds. Our parents would take us to her house every three months or so, for some holiday-related obligati...
What happened was that I entranced my favorite person against his will. At the time, no one knew that I had powers, although the motorcycle suspected it.
My ...
I had decided not to post #metoo on my wall. Anyone who loves me knows that I’m a rape victim. In fact, people who don’t love me know—social workers, teachers, ...
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Almost nothing in the left hand column. All the right hand column busy with her scrawl.
The woman had not been rude. But nor had she been k...
On our way home from the food truck, I tug Dylan’s elbow and he nearly drops his burrito—pinching it, lightning-quick, between gloved fingers.
“Catastrophe a...
When we have our daughter, I expect her to be real.
I expect her to weigh something, to hold her in my hand. The childbirth pains are so intense I think I mu...
The Granddaughter asked the Grandmother to make some ramen noodles, but the Grandmother didn’t want to because she was visualizing. Did the Granddaughter want t...
