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April Memoir of a Thinking Body

April Memoir of a Thinking Body

As the train pulls into our final station, we make our way to the door. The kid writer watches us. I nod at them, trying to peek at their notebook without moving my body from where I stood. I can see nothing.

What No One Tells You About DNA

What No One Tells You About DNA

I was in a packed Mauerpark in 2012, speaking rusty German full of sadness. My best friend of 8 years had moved out of our Toronto apartment while I was at work and the person I was dating…