The Best Minds

even though molten cheese adhered like napalm to the roof of my mouth and I was never sure if I was dislodging mozzarella from behind my braces or a small piece of my own seared flesh.

hegemonic

they imparted a geriatric aura to his precocity.

I treated the volumes more as emblems of aspiration, placeholders shelved for future consumption that meanwhile propped up my metaphorical house.

that women living blighted domestic lives were more likely to raise autistic and schizophrenic children, making feminism a matter of public health as well as justice.

my father preferred oblique approaches and swift exits.