
My name is Ivy Colton. I’m 29. If you had done something with your life, I wouldn’t have to explain you to people. My mother…

My name is Wendy Thomas. I’m 29 years old. I’m a registered nurse. Let her go. We won’t pay for the surgery, my father said…

The phone on the conference table started vibrating just as I clicked to the slide with the revenue projections. At first I ignored it. It…

The wine bottle was the first thing I saw when I stepped into my aunt Patricia’s kitchen. Not the casserole steaming on the stove, not…

The first time my parents called my daughter “the dumb one,” she thought she’d misheard them. The second time, she didn’t. By the third, the…

I spent six hours in the kitchen that day. Not the kind of casual six hours where you’re half-watching TV and half stirring a pot,…

My mother invited everyone to her sixty-fifth birthday party. Everyone except me—and my ten-year-old daughter. I didn’t find out through a phone call, or a…

The bailiff read out the case the way you might read a grocery list when you’re already thinking about dinner. “Estate of Leonard Vale…” His…

My name is Ellenor Whitford, and I was sixty-two years old the night my son’s bride raised her glass, smiled into a microphone, and called…

My name is Harper Holloway, and if you’d met me a few years ago, you probably would have thought of me as the girl who…