When I was a girl, I came late and without my assignment to the classroom Joane Katsiff kept in woodsy Pennsylvania. Back then, I was scared to open my mouth in case sounds might come out. I couldn’t seem to say or do anything normal. Strange longings and excitements beat in my chest, and I stayed up all night walking in the dark, and putting my fingers into candle flames. I ate my lunch alone in a bathroom stall. I didn’t know what kind of disease I had, only that it was one of isolation.
Month: June 2017
StS Blog Editor: Sarah Batcheller is a Fiction writer in the MFA program at George Mason University. Her work has been published in Breakwater Review,
It is a tradition dating back to 1970, with the nation’s first Pride Parade in honor of the one-year anniversary of the Stonewall Riots. Here in June