August 14, 2020 | Poetry
"On Trepidation" and "When I'm Lonely, I Shop Online for Things I Don't Need"
August 13, 2020 | Nonfiction
Always, I am navigating some half-abandoned landscape— part future, part past. Whenever I have a companion, it is my ex husband—the man who, after our divorce seven years ago, moved states away, leaving me to raise our kids mostly solo. On this particular morning, it finally occurs to me that these dreams may not be normal.
Stephanie C. Trott
I knew making him leave would be like pulling a turtle from its shell; we grew up thinking they were two different things, when really they were one.