I run with a pack of older boys from our neighborhood, the only girl.
With great reluctance, I agree to meet a cousin for an outside lunch…
My dad was an inveterate theatergoer in the old country where theatre reigned supreme before the Soviets, under the Soviets, after the Soviets.
Could someone hating you really cause a physical unease? Sure, why not.
Through the dusty window in my parent’s bedroom, I watched the neighbor’s cattle graze.
Kate Winslet always reminded me of my mom. Maybe that’s why, even to this day, I get defensive of Rose from Titanic when people call her stupid or shallow…
No matter how you try to ignore it, you look like him. You look like your father.
The new octopus at the children’s aquarium was named Athena, and as we waited for her to emerge, I thought of the almost-too-faint second line on the pregnancy test three days before.
Sound engineers believe Alan Rickman possessed the perfect male voice. Early acting teachers told him he sounded like he was speaking from the back of a drainpipe.
Infant’s Name: A
Delivery Date: August 1, 2002
What possible use is this lengthy childhood? Surely there would be a selective advantage in maturing earlier, so children are less vulnerable to predation and mothers are freed up to have more children?
The hamantaschen have followed us from apartment to apartment, all of the kitchens dark, cramped, cluttered.
At twenty, the world is yours because you’re beautiful. But never acknowledge your beauty, or it makes you a bitch.
How do you even know when you’re there—at the epicenter?
It was an engagement of secrets in sunlit spaces.
My mother has been dead for two hundred and forty-three days. I’ve had plenty of things in my refrigerator for longer.
The weeks go like this: accepting, horny, hopeful, sad. I’m four different people trying to establish one perspective on a major life event – on the creation of life itself.