Recovery

Even eating a brownie, across the table from me, he’s not OK.

“Do you want to tell me?” I ask.

“I can’t say,” he says.

“How’s the brownie?”

“I like it,” he says.

“Do you know about reputation?”

He shakes his head. “What is it?”… Read more

Adolescence, Take 2

My husband outed me to my parents when I was thirty.  I’d been dating girls since I was fifteen, but it was always discreet.  So, I’m thirty, with an infant, and suddenly, free from my last secret.  (Sort of.  I have two more secrets, but… Read more

Purify

When I was a sophomore in high school, I watched Gone with the Wind three times in a row, and cried myself stupid. The first time I heard The Cure’s Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me, the summer after 7th grade, it was all I… Read more

Of Two Minds: A Reflexive Argument

One mind: I’m the middle child of modern feminism. My older sisters broke ground, are radical, and kind of stiff, and like to give lectures. My younger sisters are dressing like Johnny Rotten and can take their girlfriends to prom with the wholehearted approval of… Read more