Guilliean reads her short story of the same name. Stream it and read along with the text! My name wasn’t always Mary. A Biblical name, the cross we bear that is entwined with that female epithet, the feminine sanguinity that spills with every moon’s phase. It was gifted to me. I don’t know where it begins. It always was. I’m unsure of my real name. So many years have passed, and I haven’t found a reason to call myself anything other than Mary. I am Mary. My tombstone will bear the name Mary, for the Mary before and the Mary…

Guilliean reads the second half of her short story of the same name. Stream it and read along with the text! “I wish I knew what that was. I mean, work is work, but I don’t feel fulfilled. What about you?” he asked. “What about me?” I replied. “What do you want to do with your life?” I jerked my head back like I had been electrocuted. “I don’t know.” He smiled at me. “Nah, girl, take your own advice. What are you supposed to be doing?” I shrugged and looked away. “I’ve always wanted to be a writer.” “Have…