Part of me believes that as a mother I’m committing some sin of impropriety by writing the ugliest parts of my life
Who is this mechanical maid everyone wants to conjure into existence? What is this job we’re so desperate to give her?
He's begun to fantasize that our son will wipe my in-laws off the planet
If returning to America was like getting on a lifeboat, why did I feel like I was drowning?
If there had once been a rope connecting me to him, at this point in my life it had dwindled down to a thread
I thought I knew the point at which my youth would transform into something else
My girlfriend saw me entering my 20s without a care in the world; at my age she was watching her friends die
The third installment of Nelly Reifler’s three-part essay about marriage, murder, 9/11, and how she said goodbye to Elliott Smith
The second installment of Nelly Reifler’s three-part essay about marriage, murder, 9/11, and how she said goodbye to Elliott Smith
The first installment of Nelly Reifler's three-part essay about marriage, murder, 9/11, and how she said goodbye to Elliott Smith
Her boyfriend was good when she would first let him back into the house. She was an optimist
I had no one to answer to. No one to make me feel guilty and dirty and sinful
Thank You!
