imperfect prose on thursdays: when all you’ve ever wanted isn’t enough (and book giveaway!)

i first wrote about christian hosoi when i was newly married.i was associate editor of a small newspaper, living with trent in a tiny bunaglow in the city with an apple tree in the backyard and a loft in which i painted and i was deep in the relapse of anorexia. at...

imperfect prose on thursdays: the skinny on the book (and print giveaway!)

The nurses murmured to each other under fluorescent lighting as I lay shivering on the metal hospital bed, cold. Later, I would learn that they had marveled at my hypothermic, sixty-pound sack of bones, reasoning, “She should be dead.” I was a breach of science; a...