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October 30, 2019

I’m terrified of masks.
Don’t come calling on me if you’re wearing one.

Unless you want me hands-clawing, calling out in caterwauls (what my kids call the op...

September 16, 2019

Dear Glitch,

You were my best friend, and I didn’t know you very well. We met at T-Time, a trans support group on our college campus. You were a founding mem...

January 25, 2019

Last spring, I was asked to attend a book discussion of Seduced by Mrs. Robinson by Beverly Gray. Published on the fiftieth anniversary of The Graduate, it...

September 22, 2018

Even if you’re one of my best friends or a former lover or a family member, you probably don’t know this story. I’m no Doctor Christine Ford. I’m not brave....

February 2, 2018

Yesterday I left work around 2 PM, as always. I picked up some stamps, turned in a library book, and arrived home just before three. I took my shoes off, bu...

January 26, 2018

"If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people." –Virginia Woolf

The most precious picture I had from my childhood is of...

January 20, 2018

When in doubt about what to do next--give it to the mothers. We know what to do.

We, the mothers, are the trusted ones, those who are implicitly reliable in...

December 22, 2017

"He wants to hook up with you,” Katie said, beer-breathed. Katie and I fell asleep holding hands, once; Miley Cyrus was on the television. Her hair always s...

November 3, 2017

*Editor's Note: Some names in this essay have been changed.

Sometimes I write down quotes that my sister says. When I'm with her, I often keep myself so prot...

September 23, 2017

It’s been a decade, almost, since I smelled olive oil on skin. 

Not olive oil on skin like when you’re cooking and you get some of it on your hands and it st...

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