All Purls. No Swine.
Remember her? I do. It was 1985. Mr. Right and I were still in Pittsburgh, and had not yet moved out to the country. I was working for MCI Mail. And I still eagerly awaited the monthly delivery of National Geographic in my mailbox. It wasn't woke. It didn't lecture. And every month, it contained… Continue reading Whatever Happened to the Afghan Girl?
Dateline, The English Midlands, January 2002: Even as I write this last chapter, a thirty-five year old mother of five has been put under sentence of death by stoning in Sokoto, because two years after she was divorced by her husband, she gave birth to a baby daughter. Had she sought to remarry, she would… Continue reading The House of Delusion