![]() ![]() There is a truth in the tales that I recognize viscerally but have never been taught. ![]() I have that impulse, too, to share it, which is why I have my classes read it. Always, a student says that she sent it to all of her friends. Often, one woman admits she cried when she read it, and when I nod and ask why, she says she doesn’t know. The conversation limps along, uncharacteristically weighted with all the things the students are thinking and not saying. “I’m really having us read it because I love it.” Or maybe they feel like they shouldn’t because it is, among other things, a story about being a woman. “I don’t quite know how to discuss this story,” I say. I’m not sure if, like me, they don’t know what to say, something I admit before we begin. ![]() For one thing, the men in class don’t speak. ![]() When I teach Carmen Maria Machado’s story “ The Husband Stitch,” the first in her collection Her Body and Other Parties, to my fiction workshops, it’s unlike teaching any other story. Sign up for our newsletter to get submission announcements and stay on top of our best work. ![]()
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