Memories of living with the writer Andrew Lytle late in his life.
On the perils and rewards of feminism.
An essay on its history and future during a time when “gayness, we are told, is over.”
The author discovers devastating secrets while going through her late father’s belongings.
“What I had going for me was teen rage, contempt impervious to offers of compromise; the power of the mask capable of turning ice to marshmallow, and all the time in the world, all the ability to sustain it without surrendering.”
An ode to Juiceboxxx, a 27-year-old rapper from Milwaukee no one’s ever heard of.
A novelist’s memoir of depression, whose “intrinsic malevolence” as a disease brought him close to suicide.
"I realized, as I was going through puberty (early), the necessity of shifting my focus from doing things that would impress my parents and teachers to engaging in behavior that would strike my peers as cool. I started saying 'like' constantly. I smoked pot when I was twelve. I dropped acid when I was thirteen. Losing my virginity was the next logical step."