Life and Sex in a Small Town


When I talked to him that weekend, he explained I couldn’t have been pregnant because we hadn’t had sex.  He knew because he and his dad sometimes hired a bull and watched it work.  He’d had sex himself, in the past.  He’d like to again, he added.  I couldn’t trust myself not to, I knew, and I didn’t want to squander another series of days and nights worrying how I’d feel moving to a squat house with hodgepodge furniture, or wheeling my baby through Super Valu as I bought meat, eggs, Comet, Gerber products, Windex.

Debra Monroe writes about growing up and longing in a small town.

Lyz's writing has been published in the New York Times Motherlode, Jezebel, Aeon, Pacific Standard, and others. Her book on midwestern churches is forthcoming from Indiana University Press. She has her MFA from Lesley and skulks about on Twitter @lyzl. Lyz is a member of The Rumpus Advisory Board and a full-time staff writer for the Columbia Journalism Review. More from this author →