There wasn’t much interesting (much less remarkable) about my high school years. I was reserved, skinny, and I managed to make only one friend—real friend—in that entire stretch. His name was Joey, and he was cursed. We met in English 2, 5th period, but we didn’t speak until world history at 7th. Really, he spoke…

I watch one of her interviews every day before I go to work. One from before, when I know it wasn’t scripted. Or as scripted. I’m not foolish enough to think that she ever told the entire truth. My favorite is one I helped arrange under the nose of her agent. She’d been fed up…

“see how he runs” This work includes opinions and language expressed by the narrator which may be classist, fatphobic, or otherwise insensitive and which do not represent the author or editor’s views. Please read with care. It was election night and, as usual, the weather was cold, damp, and dreary. Arlin Freer sat in a…

This work includes mentions of abuse, disordered eating, implied sex, substance abuse, and human trafficking. Please read with care. this is a letter for the girls who can’t hold a plot lineupon the stories they ramble through or the girlswho aren’t sure if they’ll outrun their destiny.my heart goes out to the girls who litter…

I’m sorry—first of all. When you splashed back into the water, it sounded like it hurt. The splash swept over the sides of the canoe and soaked the tips of my boots; bubbles drifted up as you sank, like the bubbles in my best friend’s glass of Coca-Cola. Carbonated water—that’s what the River was that…