by Meg Pokrass | Jul 12, 2015
You are the odd mom out, the one who doesn’t hang with the pack of moms, the one they don’t really get. You are standing at the lip of the swimming lake. It is a family camp in the summer, you are there with your husband, your kid’s schoolmates,...
by Meg Pokrass | Mar 3, 2014
My dumb friend touched my right nipple last night. We were in our bunk beds and he slid down and under my cover and stuck his right index finger on it. I thought an alarm would go off, but it didn’t. My friend said, “home.” I felt myself feeling friendly and a bit...
