After nine months of aimlessly spinning in my mother’s womb, I was born via C-section, with my head in the wrong place and the umbilical cord wrapped around my neck. I find it curious that the doctors realized I couldn’t be born naturally, but not that I was a girl. They swore to my…
Rules: Pick a song that sparks an idea, then write a short scene inspired by it, keeping the song playing as you write. SONG
I can count on one hand the times my dad tried to teach me how to drive. When he finally decided, I was fifteen. We left on a Sunday afternoon in his 1999 Ford Escort, its gray paint slightly faded by the sun, and explored the area near the Villa Lugano racetrack. I drove…