Strangest of all was the knife, how gingerly she pushed it through the soft raw crust of the pie freshly-formed on the oven’s surface, preheat already rising in waves, her glance warning me not to touch— the same woman who decided, a week before my seventh birthday, to have me circumcised […]
Everyone wants to know about the children, how they are and if they made it out. What does it matter now? Can you see there is no happy here, not ever after all? I, too, was a child once and wrestled my way out. I was one who was not devoured. Look who I am […]
