Not My Tribe
Where Fear Curdles Into Anger
Where Fear Curdles Into Anger
I have a superpower. My superpower is a cloak of invisibility. It’s the cloak bestowed upon elderly women, whether we want it or not. This cloak is hard to remove, and once relinquished, punishment is swift. Let me give you the most recent example of my invisibility. The other
She was likely in her 60s when I knew her, but she seemed much older. Not necessarily older in a physical way, rather in terms of life experiences and traditions. A southern Italian with dark grey hair, shot through with strands of white — strong looking hair. Her calves were enormously