Daughter of Carmen, a Cuban immigrant, she is determined to learn more about her family history from her reticent mother and makes the snap decision to take in the daughter of a neighbor detained by ICE. In present-day Miami, Jeanette is battling addiction. Torrey Peters brilliantly and fearlessly navigates the most dangerous taboos around gender, sex, and relationships, gifting us a thrillingly original, witty, and deeply moving novel.Ī daughter's fateful choice, a mother motivated by her own past, and a family legacy that begins in Cuba before either of them were born
This provocative debut is about what happens at the emotional, messy, vulnerable corners of womanhood that platitudes and good intentions can't reach. Could the three of them form some kind of unconventional family-and raise the baby together? When Ames's boss and lover, Katrina, reveals that she's pregnant with his baby-and that she's not sure whether she wants to keep it-Ames wonders if this is the chance he's been waiting for. Even though their romance is over, he longs to find a way back to her. He thought detransitioning to live as a man would make life easier, but that decision cost him his relationship with Reese-and losing her meant losing his only family. Now Reese is caught in a self-destructive pattern: avoiding her loneliness by sleeping with married men.Īmes isn't happy either.
But then her girlfriend, Amy, detransitioned and became Ames, and everything fell apart. She had scraped together what previous generations of trans women could only dream of: a life of mundane, bourgeois comforts. Reese almost had it all: a loving relationship with Amy, an apartment in New York City, a job she didn't hate. We share this world with such beautiful animals, we need to remember that, and we must treasure every one of them.A whipsmart debut about three women-transgender and cisgender-whose lives collide after an unexpected pregnancy forces them to confront their deepest desires around gender, motherhood, and sex. Foxes have it tough let's make their world a happier and safer place to be. It has filled me with more joy than I could ever imagine, and I feel so very privileged to have a glimpse into their lives. This hungry fox cub was my inspiration for this particular story, and I am incredibly grateful to everyone who has encouraged me and spurred me on.įeeding these beautiful and intelligent animals has given me a sense of purpose in a time of uncertainty. Shortly after this happened, I wrote Small Tom's Big Adventure. I wonder if I would have survived if I had not intervened. He's now full-grown and is a confident fox who still pops by for his supper most nights. So I gave him his very own bowl of food, and he has never looked back. It broke my heart to see him so submissive and thin. I decided to intervene, something I know you probably should not do, but when it's happening in front of you, on your own doorstep, it's tough to turn your back and ignore it. I suspected he was a runt of a litter or an orphan who had latched on to their family group. They bullied him, and they stole his food he was starving and very thin. In late September, a small brown fox cub arrived with the rest of the fox family.
It became therapeutic for me, and I decided to get the stories published one day. I watched their behaviour over the summer months their characters developed, which gave me even more inspiration for my writing stories. Yes, I had seen the odd fox slinking past on the other side of the road, late at night, but never seen them quite so close or seen their interactions with each other. To see them in an urban environment is something I had not seen before. Whilst writing, the foxes were still coming each night, and by now, I also had a fox in the back garden who was regularly visiting as well. People's feedback on the stories over the next few weeks was so lovely and encouraging I wrote more and more. I posted photos of them onto The Self Isolating Bird Club Facebook page, founded by Chris Packham and his team, and suddenly Tails from the Foxy Café was born.
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