“Alabama” by Julia at J and R’s kitchen table

Thursday May 16, 2019
7:17pm
5 minutes
http://www.thecut.com

I don’t know what to say. I screamed already. In the presence of my 7-month
old nephew. I didn’t realize until it was too late. I think I scared him.
We’re all scared. To think of a child having to go through more than she
already had forced upon her. This world. Why are we sliding backward? Why
is science and medicine and knowledge progressing and the only thing staying
the same, stubborn, stuck in the mud, is the law.
Alabama. Goddamn.
Heaven forbid our girls get their periods young. Heaven forbid our girls
find an adult worth trusting and who won’t expose their tiny human hearts
to a pack of wolverines, hungry from tasting all the blood they’ve already bled.
We are not moving toward the future with expansion. We are not moving at all.

I don’t know what to say.

“I watch a news clip of” by Sasha in her garden


Wednesday July 9, 2014
9:02pm
5 minutes
We Should Do Something
Laurel Leigh


I watch the news clip again and again and I can’t believe he said it and I can’t believe it’s real.

“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“How sure?”
“I went to the fucking doctor.”
Silence.

She’s crying and he’s on the other side of the road, wringing his hands, hanging his head, shuffling his feet.

“Rebecca, you’ve gotten yourself into a very delicate position…”
There are other ways I can think of putting it. There are others ways I can think of. There are other ways that a man can turn away, can run, can forget to return your phone calls or your iPhone charger.

“I’m sorry. We should’ve been more careful…” Is what he says.
I’m drowning.

“Why don’t you meet me at Frans for breakfast and we can talk this out in person?” He’s whispering, which means she’s close by.
“No I will not fucking eat pancakes while you tell me to get an abortion!” I scream and I feel his silence like a knife in my ribs. I hang up the phone.

I call my mother.

“(Warning: This is going to be personal)” by Sasha in her garden


Tuesday June 24, 2014
10:25pm
5 minutes
mytinysecrets.com

Dear Jenni,

How are you? How’s Nashville? Are you a big star yet? Haha! Candice said that the two of you Skyped on Sunday and that you found a really nice room in a big house with some other singers. LUCKY! Really, though, I’m glad to hear it’s going well for you.

Okay. Warning: This is going to get personal. So, Steve and I finally talked last night. Oh my god, Jenni, it was crazy. We were at Candice’s and her and Topher were on the roof doing who know’s what and Steve and I were left alone in the backyard. He initiated it. Crazy. Totally crazy. He was like, “So, I guess we should probably talk about everything that happened and how I was a total dick to you when you really needed me.” Those were his exact words, I’m not even exaggerating or anything! So we talked and he said that he feels really bad for not showing up for me or coming to the appointment or helping to pay for it. I didn’t play it all cool style like usual. I was totally crying and it was okay, he was okay about it. We hugged and he kissed my cheek and he said that he really wants to support me from now on. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? I don’t think we’re going to get back together or anything. I just think we’re going to be friends… But you never know.