Was lucky enough to see this amazing family cosplay in person (no joke: that is the happiest, chillest baby I have ever met, with parents to match), and hands-down the best part was seeing everyone’s horrified reactions when seemingly-plainclothes-dressed mom got into position.
Holly is a poet, essayist, and immigrant who writes about feminism, politics, and Elvis. Her prose has been featured in several Medium publications and she is a co-host of The Art House’s Moving Voices open mic night.
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Waiting for Winter 