I am reading a beautiful book called How to Breathe Underwater by Julie Orringer. The stories are about some of the dark and mysterious parts of adolescence, the parts that we don’t necessarily have language for. They are visceral and haunting.
I also recently saw the movie Thirteen, a more literal, in your face look at these years. The movie begins with the two main characters high on canned air and slapping each other to bits. Matt and I have since made a vow never to have a teenage girl.
As my friend James Rocchi says about the characters in this movie, “They are like feral angels.”