This story takes place on a thick and sweaty Wednesday, which is the only kind
of Wednesday we have here in Texas prior to Halloween. My three-year-old, Owen,
left our red-brick one-story after
A conversation with my parents demands strategy. I’ve learned that some safe
topics include job anecdotes, platonic relationships, or a date gone comically
south. The more humor, the better. “Yeah, we did
Four summers back I saw myself breaking
my hand against a man’s face, interrupting
a word so certain and raw I would not listen,
and my fist named him a liar.
But
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My 10-year old daughter and I visit Pleasant Gardens Cemetery on a day typical
for August in Chattanooga. The sun pushes its way through haze, which turns the
sky a milky white.
Among the largely unacknowledged truths of contemporary female life is that
women’s foundational relationships are as likely to be with one another as they
are with the romantic partners who, we’re