February 18, 2021 | Nonfiction
ode to the state that raised me, or: when people ask where I’m from and I tell them Jersey and they say oh I’m sorry and think it’s funny, I want to punch them in the throat
Laura Winberry
As a pack, my Korean-Italian-American cousins and I were little foul-mouthed figurines made of compressed carbon and steam. On their own, they knew how to stand.
