When I was in ninth grade, a boy grabbed me, pulled me into a dark doorway, pushed me against the wall, pushed himself against me, and made me kiss him. He shoved his tongue into my mouth and it tasted like Dr. Pepper. I didn't drink Dr. Pepper for 20 years after that. That was... Continue Reading →
What would you do if your job included finding brains splattered along the freeway, having people chase you with knives, and dealing with blood, brains, and severed limbs? You’d tell stories about it with your coworkers. That’s what you’d do. Talking Trauma (1998) by Timothy Tangherlini is folklore research on the people who face this... Continue Reading →
The Bookshelf of Emily J. 