Judith Shapiro spends half the year on the opposite coast, confused about which way is north and marveling at seagulls the size of cocker spaniels and the sun that sets on the horizon instead of rising. She’s an avid flasher. When the novel she’s writing looks the other way, she secretly writes anything else. Fifty Grades of Pay, her memoir, likes to tug at her heels, accost her in the night. She tells it to back off. Nobody’s interested.
Artist: Kristara Camptom