Rachel sat on the cold, stone steps leading up to the rec center. She had watched as the last girl in class got picked up in her mom’s SUV.

My eyelids grew heavy as I laid there in my bed, so I swaddled myself and slept. In the middle of the night, I woke up, my stomach lurching.

They say the hen can lay. I don’t know but they know. (poem by Lucy Ellmann) For the better part of two years I have been working my way...

It’s a concrete lot. It's an old factory right on the edge of the Western coast. It’s a shitty side building. It’s outside, mostly,...