The Last of the Boys

That’s the problem with photographs, isn’t it? They remind you who is missing.

Sep 24, 2021
Poly Throuple Technology

What we liked most of all was each other. All three of us, the glorious fabric of the relationship, the family we made of ourselves—but we were losing the exhilaration we’d once felt, the wild emotional loops of our shared-identity roller coaster.

Sep 17, 2021
Not Kinky

The audience Q and A begins, and someone asks about the relationship between kink and queerness.

Sep 10, 2021
Become of Me

Do not fear your moments of sorrow, your deep frustration, the force of your being. I have made you strong enough to want and not receive.

Sep 03, 2021
The Summer of BSSZ

I’d tilt myself and roll to each side on the dirt, offering the bees new areas of my body.

Aug 27, 2021
House Was a Fist

A house birthed me and will likely be the death of me.

Aug 20, 2021
Café May

Even at their best, in-laws were the occupational hazard of loving someone else.

Aug 13, 2021
Her Mother’s Spoons

Jealous of objects, that’s what grief makes you.

Aug 06, 2021
The Moon and What You Get Back

She tells me our tip percentage is all about our mindset, even though people don’t tip well at brunch.

Jul 30, 2021
The Abaarso School for Clever Girls

Melinda’s violation of their agreement—to stay the same for each other, forever—was so profound that she split their shared sphere in two.

Mother’s Wolves

My mind drifted to the almost-lycanthropic being I’d imagined her becoming, half wolf, half researcher, neither coming back to me, dead or alive.

Jul 16, 2021
After the Diversity Panel

Had we been diverse enough? Had we changed hearts, minds, and souls? Had we been . . . truthful?

Jul 09, 2021
Acceptable Forms of Agony

It was during my third year of teaching the saints at Holy Trinity that the burning began.

Wolf Facts

If there were any justice in the world, I would have been born a wolf. Instead, I’m a seventh grader.

Jun 25, 2021
What Happens to Little Girls

"Something in the hole grabs back. Something that doesn’t give up. Something with fingers and nails just like mine."

Jun 11, 2021
Fifty Last Dates

Back then I genuinely believed that every next man was the last one.

Jun 04, 2021
Spring Migration

Lori was in real, actual danger, but it was easy to convince herself she was not.

May 28, 2021
The Third Root

As the dentist works, her giant belly touches my arm and my head, and I think the baby kicks me.

May 21, 2021
The Five-Year Plan

The family in my novel is like this arowana. Born to hurt things. They are hunters, even when there is nothing left to hunt.

May 14, 2021
Searching La-La Land

La-la land, she called it, that place her daughter went that she would never go.

May 07, 2021