“Red Flag”

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Daniel was the first real one. I want to make that distinction carefully because it matters: the boys before Daniel were practice in the way that all early things are practice – meaningful in their moment, formative in their quiet way, but not yet the real thing. Daniel was the real thing. Not because the…

My house wasn’t violent. I want to say that clearly because I know how these stories are supposed to go – the dramatic origin, the obvious wound, the single terrible event that explains everything cleanly. That’s not what I have. What I have is quieter and less legible and, I think, more honest about the…

My name is Kate and I am a red flag. Not metaphorically. Not kind of or in certain situations or when I’m stressed. I mean the actual thing – the behavior that your friends describe when they’re trying to talk you out of someone, the pattern that shows up in the third month when the…

You’re going to want to feel sorry for me. Don’t. I know that’s an unusual way to begin. Most confessional stories ease you in – a little vulnerability up front, just enough to make you lean forward, just enough to establish that the person telling the story has feelings and therefore deserves your sympathy before…