Everything’s in Color
I’m just six, wearing a tee and baggy shorts, hand-me-downs from my older brother. He’s smart and funny and eight inches taller than me. My hair is cut short, no frills, and a year from now, I’ll come home crying because someone at school called me a boy. When I ... Read More
Nashville Lights
"I know who I fucked to get into this business,” she said, "But I don’t know who I have to fuck to get out of it.” We all laughed. This was Nashville, after all, and everybody ends up feeling screwed one way or another. There are so many people pursuing ... Read More