The Man at the Grocery Store

The man in the grocery store is in love with me. I can tell by the way that his eyes watch me, and the way he smiles at me from behind the counter. I pull my basket up around the edge of the aisle, glancing briefly at the pop tart magazines. Mmm… chocolate. I grab...

How do you talk about who you are?

Cue the scene. I’m standing in a big house party, feeling eerily like I’m in an episode of Animal House, red solo cups in hand, loud music,  glittery females and dapper gentlemen draped over surfaces. My toes point inwards and my hips clench together a...