- March 22, 2021
The summer I became the last girl in my father’s house, I read Gilead for the first time. I was between my junior and senior years of college, and now that both of my older sisters were married, I
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- March 12, 2021
It’s Monday, 1:45, and six men and I sit in a circle with our German-trained psychotherapist, an imperious woman who reminds us that she is here to help or offer guidance only if we get bogged down and that
- March 2, 2021
Hunt The first doll I remember being given was of a sturdy vinyl construction: a big baby doll with molded plastic hair rather than lifelike hair and eyes that opened and closed. It was about the size my baby
- February 5, 2020
He says there will be fire. Tongues of fire raining down from heaven. He says this into a microphone – nearly spitting – while pacing the same stretch of stained carpet. I am ten
- September 14, 2018
A while back I was having an exchange with my brother in which we werediscussing how we would like to leave this earth—the trappings, the fripperies,if you will. How we would like to be boxed up and sent away
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