Blessed Be The Fruit

Looking at the picture of the lambs gestating in plastic, my neck gets rigid and all the tiny hairs stand on end. I think: Who needs a handmaid when you have a plastic bag? Then I tell myself to stop thinking like that. I swallow my fear and look back out the window. Daffodils open, then die in a week’s time, and then come the tulips, whose petals remind me of the skirts of handmaids, turned upside down and blooming.

BackboneMarissa KorbelMay 5, 2017marissakorbelComment

The Ability to Withstand

"I wanted the job: adjunct paralegal instructor. He talked through most of my interview, and in one short ramble, mentioned how young and pretty I was, and I thought: Easy. Just smile and nod."

BackboneMarissa KorbelApril 7, 2017backbone, marissakorbelComment