Mary: An Awakening of Terror

by Nat Cassidy

And life, with its deadly surprises and unassuming horrors, with its mysteries and miseries, just goes on and on and

“The real curse of womanhood,” I tell them as I shrug off my winter coat and snow-crusted boots, still winded from the three-story walk-up, “is that we never get to forget we have a body. And I don’t just mean because we have to look or move or smell a certain way. I mean, biologically. We’re so tied to these stupid, fleshy things.”