A Valentine from My Dead Husband

I opened my mailbox today to find a red envelope. There was no address nor return address, only my name neatly printed on the front. I enthusiastically ripped the paper, praying to any god who would listen that it was a Valentine from Josh.

Homemade Brownies

By Jess Charle My son doesn’t want to buy generic cartoon cardboard Valentine’s this year. The other eight year olds … More

My Husband is a Them, and I Accept That

My husband wants to be referred to as them. At first I was shocked, then confused. I thought I knew my husband. But they had always struggled. Fighting internal demons. Forcing themselves to fit societal constructs. I reminded them of God’s Holy word. Of the righteous path. But they needed to be true to who they are.

Death is Only for the Living

By Jess Charle “Your dead grandmother doesn’t give a shit that she’s dead. You do.” Chasey told me when I … More

Love Makes You So Pathetic

I think less about fucking other people than I do about hugging him. Pathetic. I analyze the way our bodies press into each other. I ask myself if it’s common to step on someone’s foot when you hug them, or if that’s a sign of how close we were.