V-shaped veins, fingers, and palms fluttering. turning, turning, shaking on a spindle, then hanging quietly. Quietly my mother bends to...

That warm dusk-lit June, I saw fire on your face; it crept across the lake and smoldered on your cheeks. We sat in my car, headlights...

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Walking past the exterior of the outdated building I read the maroon square sign on the door: Eating Disorder Center of Alabama—Alabama...

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“Emily Charlotte Alder.” Everyone has their own particular way of saying a name, and the moment I heard all seven syllables of mine said...

1. Waking up is an improbable act. I find it hard to believe that another day has begun despite my conviction that life should have died...

It had been almost two days since I had last eaten a whole meal. It was spring break, so I couldn’t take whatever was thrown away at...