Allison LaSorda

1 month ago | hazlitt.net | Allison LaSorda |Emma Cohen |Alison Motluk |Nour Abi-Nakhoul

I am grateful for this life! And yet I miss the alternatives. All sketches wish to be real. —Tomas Tranströmer, The Blue HouseThe fertility clinic’s waiting room featured photos of chubby, healthy, smiling babies. No photos of women, though. Despite fluorescent lights, the space felt furtive. Other waiting people, also alone, seemed flat-stomached beneath their winter coats and avoided each other’s eyes. It felt embarrassing and painful. Shouldn’t this process be simpler?

Dec 9, 2024 | hazlitt.net | Max Ufberg |Allison LaSorda |Kristen Arnett |Rachel Gerry

The old shopkeeper’s bell above the door clinked and Bill turned to see two men, one of them carrying a moderately sized cardboard box dotted with crudely carved perforations, walk into the tavern. “A car that lacks four-wheel drive has no business out here,” said the man holding the box. “A drink to wait it out doesn’t sound like the worst deal in the world,” said his companion. The first man grunted in response.