It’s just another one of those mid-afternoon lulls in the office when your beauty tracker app pops up a peripheral-vision notification informing you that you’ve only gotten 2 instances of beauty so far today.
I head to the desk in the guest bedroom and pick up the envelope that contains my passport and the latest account statement—the documents I’ll need to access my emotional trust fund. It matures tomorrow, and I can’t wait to finally have the rest as my parents still call it—the half of their love, affection, pride, etc. they withheld, certain that emotional abundance would spoil me, resulting in overconfidence and entitlement.
Issue 2 of Black Dandy has my story “When To Use What Has Been Saved,” which looks at the utility of extra time in childhood and adulthood.
A kerfuffle over the color of peppermint launches a frenemy dynamic of trivia hegemony in “Hearing the Siren Song,” which is now on The Flexible Persona website.
We sometimes suspend judgment and disbelief, but when jealousy and ambition are suspended from the ceiling, what’s going on there?
My story “Overhead” is in the latest issue of Panoply.