wife in Transgender

The words had been practicing somersaults in my throat for weeks, rehearsing their debut in the quiet moments when Mara and I passed each other in the hallway or lay parallel in the dark, not quite...

The city was a hushed whisper beneath our fifteenth-floor window, the Hudson a black mirror catching the last ember of sunset. I stood at the glass in the silk robe Elena had laid out for me—champ...