“Queen Takes A Pot”

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He texted the next day. Not immediately – not the anxious morning-after text of someone who needs reassurance that the thing was real. It was early afternoon, casual in the way of someone who had thought of something to say and said it. “I looked up that photographer you mentioned. You were right.” I had…

I met Jamie on a Wednesday. This is a detail I find faintly amusing  – Wednesday being the least glamorous day of the week, the day with no particular associations, the day that exists purely to be gotten through rather than arrived at. Nothing that matters is supposed to happen on a Wednesday. It is…

I have known Tasha since we were seventeen. That’s seven years of friendship, which sounds like a significant thing – and it was, genuinely, in the ways that early friendships are significant: formative, identity-shaping, the kind of relationship that becomes part of the architecture of who you are before you’re old enough to choose your…

I want to tell you something about the way women compete. It doesn’t look like competition. That’s the first thing. It looks like friendship –  the arm around the shoulder, the shared laugh, the oh my god you have to meet my best friend said to someone who was already interested in you before your…