Toilet Paper Kleptomania

Despite the opinion of her therapist, Monica Jean doesn’t consider herself a kleptomaniac. At least she wasn’t two years ago when she moved in with her roommate, Mary Jane.[i] Mary Jane was a weed-smoking, easy-going woman who had a successful career at Spotify. Monica Jean was an apathetic, inexperienced twenty-one-year old employed as barista at... Continue Reading →

The Truth

My mom always tells the truth. One truth she told me is the reason dad left us. “No one’s going to tell you this straight out, but I will. I always honor the truth. Your father left me because of you,” she said one night, pointing her half-red fingertip at my messed up face. She... Continue Reading →

The Divorce

Amelia lay awake in bed, watching the shadows flicker on her ceiling. In the place where there was now a pile of pillows, once lay her husband of twenty years. Although the divorce was Amelia’s idea, and the disintegration of their marriage was primarily her doing, she was having difficulties coping with the isolation of... Continue Reading →

A Pact with Lover and Stranger

I’d like to tell you about the time I first had anal sex. I was twenty-seven and four months into my first relationship[i] with a guy who was my exact type: long, lean, dark shaggy hair, introverted, and artistically stylish...

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