The Chaos of Standing Still

by Jessica Brody

Only miss the sun when it starts to snow Only know you love her when you let her go. —“Let Her Go” by Passenger

That’s the thing about Homes. After you lose the things that make them worthy of a capital H, all you’re left with is an empty, lowercase house.

As if she, herself, placed an online weather order directly from God.com.

Feminism is a woman’s right to dress sexy if she wants to. Pantsuits deprive us of the innate sexiness that is our God-given right.”