This time, Sadie finds herself playing for him, playing to impress him as her husband was always trying to do. She’d like to earn it, she thinks. She’d like to earn what she’s stealing from him.
Read MoreThe thing that remains is the knowledge that there is another me, who I do not control, who has the ability to take over my body. There is so much about myself that I will never know.
Read More“Your hair is ninety percent of who you are,” my mother intones as she drags the wide tooth comb through my unyielding hair. “The correct hairstyle can make a plain woman beautiful and a beautiful woman outstanding.
Read MoreMost agree it started in Texas, at least.
Read MoreAll borders are porous, by these powers combined, and life is right
fucking strange enough as it is without your having
to understand what you could never understand.
What's the use of even talking about it?
As she handed me my boarding pass, she asked if anyone had ever said I looked like Jesus. I was feeling frisky, so I leaned forward and whispered, “I am Jesus.” She gasped. “I’m a good Catholic girl—don’t say that!”
Read MoreThese four words ignited fear – even terror – in the ranks of unmarried American men of all ages, races, religions, and economic means. So why should I be any different?
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