One Word: Bitch

We’re away until January 6, but we’re reposting some of our favorite pieces from 2019. Enjoy your holiday!

I can tell who’s calling me from across the room. Fati goes up on the  so that it’s almost a shriek. Hieu gets a little gravelly, dark and full, as precursor to some good gossip. Blaire says it flat, matter-of-fact, like a name. Franny says it like a bell, a sweet call to fellowship. I love my bitches. I love being bitched by them. It’s an insult we’ve spun into coin.