Billie Best writes about the memory of scent and lusting after the body odor of humans in this time of pandemic isolation.
Hot Flash Fiction
My search on “great works of literature about menopause” is disappointing. Why can’t I find myself in the literary canon of my time?
Thinking off the grid
Thinking on the grid extrudes new information so it looks a lot like the old information I already think I know.
Random Act of Kindness
I was on the phone talking to an old guy and he was telling me how worried he is about what’s going on in the world. He’s 88.