Issue 24 / Winter 2021 / Special Issue: Pleasure In the summer of my thirty-first year, I decided it was time to become pregnant. It was a decision my husband and I had anticipated for months, years, really, but it was not made until that summer. We had met in the...
Issue 24 / Winter 2021 / Special Issue: Pleasure “I like pleasure spiked with pain” —Red Hot Chili Peppers Sometimes, I limp. Whether it’s from the cold, or a run, or just existing, I limp. Sometimes, people ask me about it. Same with when we used to go to bars and...
Issue 24 / Winter 2021 / Special Issue: Pleasure The lyric went like this: “If six of y’all went out, then four of you were really cheap. ‘Cause only two of you had dinner. I found your credit card receipt.” The blend of simple arithmetic and deductive reasoning from...
Issue 23 / Fall 2020 (Written in March 2020 when California started sheltering in place) My friend is an animal-rights advocate. This week, she posted these two news items on Facebook: the petition to stop China’s dog-eating festival starting in three months, and an...
Issue 23 / Fall 2020 We live so many more lives than the one we’re living. Within only a month of us having met—maybe even a shorter timeframe—you shared with me your theory of multiple universes. You’re proud, to this day, of hatching this concept before any known...
