We are both reservoirs Mom delivers the bad news like she’s asking a question. Grief is a man in bed. Kids standing on a roof looking down. Going outside without my keys or my money or my jacket. A little hill north of town I’ve never noticed before. We are both reservoirs, flooding the […]
Portrait of a Marriage We, recovering Mormons, blow out candles in the birthdays of our second childhoods. He brings home Smirnoff, “Pussy beer” he calls it. I bring home coffee, which he refuses to drink until I tell him I feel fucking judged. He tells me he loves me more each time I […]
Are You a Monster: Conversations with My Favorite Toni Morrison Quotes “…If you can only be tall because somebody is on their knees, then you have a serious problem. White people have a very, very, very serious problem. And they should start thinking about what they can do about it. Take me out of it.” […]