I Like To Gossip
I have, for as long as I can remember, liked gossip. The way words can be whispered—promised, hidden, unpredictable—trickling in from you to me, or me to you. Words about boys, mostly. Girls, too, of course. Strangers, sometimes. Teachers, always. Friends, rarely. Family. Family friends. Family enemies. (Exes.) This is something that’s widely frowned upon,…