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.
By Jess Charle My son doesn’t want to buy generic cartoon cardboard Valentine’s this year. The other eight year olds … More
By Jess Charle “Your dead grandmother doesn’t give a shit that she’s dead. You do.” Chasey told me when I … More
We could be axed to bits, I say. My husband laughs and tells me I’m overreacting.
Trigger warning: this story involves sexual violence By Jess Charle “Don’t go into the treehouse.” It was the first thing … More