Last I checked, my uterus was in a jar in Schenectady. An ignoble end for a thing that was once burdened with glorious purpose, like an old prizewinning racehorse going off to the glue factory. It’s…
Lissa Harris
Lissa Harris is a writer, editor, and local government botherer in the rural Catskills of upstate New York. She is currently between metaphysical commitments.
