“Cover yourself in honey, raw, roll it into your cheeks like iron scraping away at the edges of you”

I wish I had known better at eight when my mother's stroke changed my life. But not all knowledge arrives when it should.

That he spends more time narrating what he would do to you than doing most, if any, of it is the kind of intermittent reward used to create addiction in lab rats. You are the rat.

In my twenties I wasn’t sure I wanted to be a mother. When my friends started having kids, however, I worried I was missing out on something.

“Braunwyn is a fiction writer whose work I’ve known and admired a long time.”

My mother was the first to notice. She was always acutely aware of animals, nature, and cute things that cooed.