Slum Night
“The Crazy Lady groaned up against the bad side of I-35. It wasn’t much from the outside—a squatty, stucco lump of a strip club, perched perilously close to the interstate edge, its façade ground smooth by relentless traffic grit.”
On Body Image
“When I think of my personal trajectory, I see two tracks—I'm on one; my body, the other.”
