This Time Last Year

This Time Last Year

This time last year, I was in the produce aisle of the grocery store. I reached for the raspberries on the bottom shelf, my hand shaking with the remnants of too much caffeine. Unprocessed and unexpected, grief had come for me earlier that morning. I’d tried to stave...
Playing Prostitute

Playing Prostitute

My new best friend Madeline is a prostitute. I have a love/hate relationship with Madeline: I love spending time with her and hearing all of her crazy sex stories, but I also hate her because I’m like, “It’s so annoying that you are you, because I want to be you...