I let my hunger get the best of me that day, tooling around town, five of us all packed into a Volkswagen Jetta like a tin of suburban sardines. I eyerolled my husband’s suggestion for lunch. I thought my eyeroll and I were safe, sitting in the backseat, staring at my feet, but Gigi must… Read More What Do You Want To Give Yourself To?
One day, somewhere around the tender age of 11, I came sobbing to my mother. I was broken. I couldn’t take what was being done to me anymore. I needed someone to fix the mess I was in. Through heaves and wails I explained to my mother that my sister was blackmailing me because… Read More Mom Would Have Been Eighty-Seven Today