Three Dates

This is a short story I wrote at Antioch University, called Three Dates. She hadn’t been to bed with a man in three months. She was twenty-one years old and had spent the summer of 1983 on the French Riviera. There, Leah sensed the possibility of a new kind of life that waited for her.… Continue reading Three Dates



Sometimes I wonder: what it would feel like to be in a body with a straighter spine, an almost perfectly even bite--all the back teeth on both sides touching when clenched, a body without tattoos for strangers to comment on and having never gone to bed with anyone if drunk. How wonderful though to be… Continue reading Wonder