This is a different kind of dark than the one beneath a bedcover, more like the one inside a fist, a dark where we can’t see our own arms and can pretend for a while that we haven’t yet been booted from our mothers by that god who gets paid to kick girls out of the womb...

They gave me a card with a cat meowing Goodbye on its cover. Inside, names and short notes. We’ll miss you terribly! Good luck! Safe travels! Keep in touch! Take pictures!

I wish you were there, author of my predicament. Then you might have understood.

Fuchsia Pukash was not beloved among the humans of the neighborhood, and they were right to dislike her.

Unlike most mothers, I gave birth to my daughter Setsuko not once, but twice.

The third time Paul died was in the middle of Maggie’s school musical