There are no more grand reveals.
I studied myself like a music score, my blood fizzing as I recognized, for the first time, the reflection of a woman who would be wanted.
Writing a sex scene doesn’t have to be harder than writing any other scene in fiction.
We will be reopening for creative nonfiction submissions on April 1st!
“These ones,” my mother repeated, as if waiting for me to deliver the punchline to this obvious joke I was pulling. “You really want these ones?”
But I’m a girl in a man’s world.
I was done with society and its ironclad, stifling ‘pose.’
As a family we take the stuff for granted. We aren’t careful with it.
It was the first time in years that I’d altered anything about my appearance.
You will act as if it is normal each time she unleashes her personal pain upon you.