Love on the Brain

by Ali Hazelwood

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a community of women trying to mind their own business must be in want of a random man’s opinion.

At some point you meet someone, and they become so important, so metamorphic, that ten, twenty, sixty-five years down the line you look back and realize that you could split your existence in two. Before they showed (BCE), and your Common Era. Your very own Gregorian calendar.