I’m not waiting for anyone to pick me up.
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I want to write about things. That’s what I do, I write about things. Even while I’m sprinting up a hill, a half dozen screamed directions competing for…
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that juju, that something extra, our little bit of luck
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Isma woke me up at four that morning: “The horse is gone.”
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Welcome to A stranger comes home by me, Alaya. Award-winning speculative fiction writer, immigrant, serious black girl nerd and trauma survivor figuring…
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Heather Havrilesky

A stranger comes home