Because my mom is a psycho-bitch, my grandparents took her to court in order to be able to see me. And because my father is, legit, I am not exaggerating, a convicted rapist who also still has parental rights, my mother has to stay in Wisconsin so that if he ever chooses to exercise his privileges he may do so.
In Iphigenia Murphy, Anthony brings Iffy some shelves, which she sets up in the park–their own little lending library. Imagine my delight when I came across this bookcase-in-the-wild in a park in southern Florida!
“I wanted to write a book about a girl who does not feel valued, who does not see herself or her experiences accurately reflected in popular culture. And while this book is for everyone, some of the most meaningful cultural experiences for me personally have been when I’ve been introduced to the experiences of folks unlike myself. I hope that for readers who do identify with Iffy, who recognize and relate to her experiences, that Iphigenia Murphy lets them know they are not alone and helps them in their healing.”