Acne

by Laura Chinn

Our family was an organic, free-range, humanely sourced kind of family. The kind of family who uses plant-based cleaners that aren’t strong enough to actually degrease anything so every pot and pan has a sort of waxy sheen on it forever. My parents were hippies and didn’t do anything according to the status quo. I’m pretty sure my father still wakes up every morning, checks in on what the entire world is doing, and then does the opposite.

We were not “ride or die” chicks. We were chicks who would ride away immediately and leave you to die. My friends and I were like roughneck alley cats all fighting over the same fish skeleton.