by Mikaela Osler Something was wrong with Christine Blasey Ford’s voice. Maybe she sounded too young. She should’ve been in her early fifties; she’d been in high school in 1982. I did the math as she requested “some caffeine.” Maybe it was the inflection, the valley-girl lilt. Maybe it was the inappropriately complex words, multisyllabic …
by Sam Mueller Two weeks after our first date, Cate asks me to help her move out of her apartment. I promised myself I wouldn’t. I need to draw the line somewhere and things are already moving too quickly for my liking. But she texts me the night before, “My coworkers bailed haha.” It’s the …
by Alexandra G. McKay I first noticed the clearing of my skin not halfway through my second pregnancy. It did not bring with it the magical properties one might associate with such an event: a bright, dewy complexion; the freedom of mind and spirit from vanity’s previous deceit; the lightening of one’s makeup bag, now …