By Angel T. Dionne “But you don’t look bipolar,” as if bipolar is screaming at cars from the sidewalk as if bipolar is hopping up on tables to proclaim that I’m the Messiah as if bipolar is no career and no relationships. “But you don’t look bipolar,” as if being happily married means I can’t [...]
By Heather Dorn Barbie’s feet come preformed for sexiness, but the rest of us must learn to curve our arches like a playground slide. We start young, even as babies, barely able to walk, staggering up church or pageant stage steps—sparkling quarter inch heels, lace dresses, makeup bruising our eyelids blue, punching our cheeks red. [...]
By Keily Blair The smell first strikes me while we’re traveling down the road, confined to a car. Brutal citrus and bitter herbs mingle in the air, gagging me. My grandmother notices this, and a rushed apology flees her lips despite the fact that I’ve told her countless times that strong scents send me straight [...]
