This is the only diary I've ever kept. It told me a lot about my young self.
I'm not here to do a hot take on The Handmaiden's Tale—there are so many other better researched and argued essays you could be reading if you wanted that—I'm here to talk about how surprised I was at the sexual imagery that some of the passages evoked.
Dear You, I was having a great day until you called.
I was walking my two dogs this afternoon when I caught a glance of a note on the windshield of a parked car. The note was written on yellow-lined notepad paper, the kind I used to scribble call notes on when I worked in sales. It was folded so that the writing was visible, so [...]