By Rachel Davey My stepmom told me about wailing women years ago. Not some fantasy shit — real women. Women who sang and screamed their pain to the world whether the world wanted to hear it or not. Women like Tori Amos and the Indigo Girls, whose lyrics resonated with my stepmom and her college …
By Elizabeth Visscher Leaning to the side, Thomas Mallory clicked a picture of the unfolded letter resting on the passenger’s seat. Studying his cellphone screen instead of the road, he checked to insure the image was clear before pressing send. One eye on the road. Thomas’s tie hung loose around his neck. As he rounded …
By Jessica Xing My girlfriend and I were extremely functional. “Mature.” I guess that was one way to put it: everything about our relationship was very level headed. Georgie and I got together through a quiet, two-hour-long talk on a park bench outside my apartment; in that time we made quick work to lay out …