The summer I turned fourteen, I got caught looking for love on Whore Hill. It had been four years since the start of Mr. Lotte’s investigation, three years since I made myself forget it ever happened, and over ten years since the steel industry fell and broke everyone’s hearts. In a town full of highways and unemployed mill workers, there was only one way to get out. The kids on the hill saw each other…

Thank you, all, for being so supportive of The Butter's first week. It has been a total blast and I can't wait to see what this place becomes. I especially want to thank my colleagues Nicole Cliffe, Mallory Ortbeg, Nick Pavich, Nicole Chung, and Maria Seiferle-Valencia. They made this week possible in so many ways. I also want to thank the intelligent, lovely writers who trusted their work to a new publication--Rion Amilcar Scott, Stacey May Fowles, Syed…