The first thing Clara notices is his hair. It is thick and full, not empty on top like Eric’s. She knew it would be so of course, from…
“Do you remember that party you had?” Pete asks, not looking at her. She was living in a shared house with some friends from college, even though she’d dropped…
I used to be fun And so carefree This isn’t me This isn’t me I used to be fun says the voice in my head But that was…
Originally published in issue 2 of I Hope You Like Feminist Rants The pain was transformative: the contractions, each one folding my body and mind in half with its…