The other day my friend, Dan, was giving me a ride home and we stumbled onto the topic of our childhood dogs. Dan had just gotten a tattoo on his […]
When I was nine-years-old my dad took to calling me “Scout.” I was fiercely tom-boyish, with a mushroom-cut, slightly buck teeth, and a such a good throwing arm it made […]
For my twenty-second birthday my older sister’s best friend gave me a copy of Adrienne Rich’s The Fact of a Doorframe. I’d heard of Rich often throughout my years studying literature but […]
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