Stevie Shae - A White Girl With An Onion Booty -

One evening, a woman named Rose appeared on Stevie's stoop with an armful of groceries. Rose was sixty, hair cropped short, with a smile that seemed to have learned to be kind after years of practice. She'd been reading Stevie's notes in the newsletter and had started a letter-writing exchange. They sat on the steps, opened tins and bread, and talked about marriage and mothers and how grief sometimes hangs around like an uninvited guest. When Rose asked why Stevie carried the onion, Stevie reached into the tote without thinking.