Baseball, flooded basements, hairspray, big bottles of wine, mendacious father-in-laws, lost loves, hard-fighting women who smell like beer and cigarettes, men who mow lawns and worry, a mother shining with pride, a conflicted foster father, working class worries and dogs like Leslie and Lucky and the strong soil of Indiana, Illinois, and Kentucky.

Chad Simpson’s Tell Everyone I Said Hi: A Review (by me.)

The publisher’s description of Why We Never Talk About Sugar warns, “These are not your mother’s bedtime stories.” But, to my mind, of course they are—women have always been the weavers of weird tales, the sorts of fantastic stories that contain brutal truths about what it means to be a person.

Katie Coyle speaking truths in her review of Aubrey Hirsch’s WHY WE NEVER TALK ABOUT SUGAR