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A Song of Tomatoes to My Grandmother
I wonder if she would be amazed, if she would smile at my life, and what I’ve made with my husband and my own garden
Each Sunday, hungover and sick, I vowed to be better, to be worthy
A killer was living in my body. I was her, and I was her victim
A story without a single fat character can sometimes expose the author and their biases most of all
Many of her wounds are mine, and yet much of her mind is a stranger to me
"Feud: Capote vs. The Swans" hinges on the reality of multiple stories with many truths
I see the ghost of myself sitting in a chair in the back of the classroom
I’m no longer just humbled. I’m over the moon
Tony was charismatic. He was brave. He’d help steal the Pentagon Papers.
I remember what it felt like to watch my father wither, to know I was losing him
I was captivated by the story of Idgie and Ruth’s bravery as two queer women in the south in the early 20th century
Step 1. Think about whether it was rape for a long time
When it comes to body horror, "Drag Me To Hell"’s gross camp terrified me more than "Safe"’s pretty restraint