I’ve got milk. I’ve got it soaking through disposable nursing bra pads, small disks the size and shape of sand dollars, and dripping down my shirt. Jesus, how much, exactly, is there? you wonder. Or not.
Elisa Albert discusses her new novel, After Birth, postpartum depression, childbearing, and the misogyny of modern medicine in pathologizing the normal processes of birth and the female body.
Kenny Porpora discusses his memoir The Autumn Balloon, addiction and alcoholism, writing truthfully about his mother, falling asleep at Burger King with his laptop while drafting, and how he finally found his personal writing style.
Still, stories are subject to a gravity of their own, leaking out of the crevasses of a person's crafted exterior like coffee from the hairline crack of a ceramic mug.