
Let Me Share
It would be my second Valentine’s Day since Will’s death, and widowhood had grown dry. Early in February, Sadie and Frederick … Continue reading Let Me Share
It would be my second Valentine’s Day since Will’s death, and widowhood had grown dry. Early in February, Sadie and Frederick … Continue reading Let Me Share
1. Happily wasted in some party host’s Mom’s bedroom making out with The Cutest Boy In The School (aka the Star … Continue reading Three Memories of Condoms
Professor Larksen pointed the video camera in Nessa’s direction and said, “Give me seven hundred words on porn. Make them good. … Continue reading Making Porn
“What do you mean flips houses?” “She, like, buys big old pieces of crap–but crap with potential–and tears down walls … Continue reading Manda’s New Name
Michelle is hiding between my bed and the wall with my dolly’s baby bottle stuffed inside her underwear. It’s nap … Continue reading Now
Davey wants our baby to be born on Christmas day. It’s a balancing act for sure, because I’m carrying quite a load. … Continue reading God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
Last week I caught Joshua cleaning our vibrator with Formula 409. Do you know what 409 is? Do they sell … Continue reading Perfectly Rational
Katie Jackson smeared more chapstick across her lips and wished Mr. Furman would hurry up and finish the lab demo already. … Continue reading Science Class
December 24, 1916 Dearest Mary, Mary, my Mrs. Mary Bradley. How I wish I was at home. Forgive my lack … Continue reading Stop the Cavalry
Outside our holiday cabin, gale-force winds whipped falling snow chaotically. Was it coming down or being swept back up? I … Continue reading Let it Snow!
People used to tell Vanessa that she had to write about him, that their time together (she wouldn’t call it … Continue reading Boundaries: Broken and Sacred
I wake to Fau cradling me with all eight of his warm, downy limbs. Arms Three and Four are coiled around each … Continue reading Twist My Arm
“All due respect, Miss Mirabelle, I don’t buy it.” “What don’t you buy?” I said. Joey Hagan and I were sitting side … Continue reading Miss Mirabelle’s Cornbread
From the diary of Alice Jane Baker: Sunday, June 28, 1959 Today’s entry must remain obscure; no one can know what … Continue reading June 1959
“In my village men were never relied upon for sexual pleasure, and would never be trusted to penetrate a hymen. Girls were brought into … Continue reading On the Island of Mhowra