Some days my otter envy meter runs high. I’d make the trade with any willing lady otter, as long as our mates and offspring also made the switch. Otters have it good. They hang out in friend groups, and all it takes to keep from drifting...
Sometimes readers of Fierce believe the stories are autobiographical. These readers seem convinced I’ve spent two bushwhacked years alone in the Yukon wilderness, assisted a strange little girl’s doll-napping, and considered diving off a water tower into six inches of water because my boyfriend left...
Have I mentioned that I love my man? I love his smell, his courage, his sexy everything. I love the way he sacrifices for me and our boys. I love the way he gives me nightly head rubs because I love them more than almost anything else. I love...
I was drunk the first time I laid down some fancy footwork on the dance floor. I also laid down my dinner--understandable seeing as I was nine years old and someone at my parents’ wedding refilled my wine glass after I drained it with every...
When I was a child, my quasi-adoptive parents were cool. Seriously, undeniably Fleetwood Mac and Rolling Stones cool. They partied with women who went braless in tops undone to the navel and dabbled in a variety of substances. My mom went through a nudism phase....