A Rebel’s Kryptonite

I had a meeting at a familiar hotel last week. We entered the parking lot in the same way, from the same angle that the unmarked minivan I was in had cornered the sex buyers so many years ago. My body flinched as it remembered the look in the buyers’ eyes, the slouched shoulders of…

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A Letter to Eighteen

Dear Eighteen, Here you are. Yesterday’s child is today’s legal adult, and yet, nothing has really changed.

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