Graying

Graying

The grate creeks and I move to step off, but it snaps under my weight. I’m falling. I thought I could grab the side of the sidewalk, but I can’t.

Prologue

Prologue

I had no cell phone service. No way to leave. I had ridden here in the back seat of a minivan, lurching through miles of winding and branching dirt roads, through a night black with trees and dust and stories of fights.

Anarcha

Anarcha

Today, he is known as “the father of gynecology” and is loved for—as his statues say—“treating empress and slave alike.”

Wizards in Wisconsin

Wizards in Wisconsin

In my afternoon with wizards and troll farts, I collected electronic sparkles, almost broke my neck, and unknowingly imprisoned myself and my younger brother.

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