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But I Like Hell | Fiction

But I Like Hell | Fiction

Dana, Florida, 1996 Some days you wait for people to say something interesting. People talk in loops, and you want to hula hoop their words; you want movement and speed, shaking hips, energy. Your brain feels like every conversation’s been pre-recorded and when...
Proof of Deliverance | Nonfiction

Proof of Deliverance | Nonfiction

I was eighteen years old, sitting at my desk at my first receptionist job as the mailman approached, sorting through the mail, and said, “Oh, I’ve got a certified letter you need to sign for.” I froze, my heart beating so loud that it was pounding in my ears. My...