“Imposter” by Bambie Starr


I feel like I'm living somebody else's life. The fat lying on the bed isn't really me. This is somebody else's cozy, little home and any minute she's going to come back and I'll be arrested for trespassing. I'll spend the rest of my days as somebody's prison bitch. The perfect ending to a perfect li(f)e.

Meanwhile, the real me is getting away with murder because she donates faithfully to the youth center and sells the most brownies at every church fundraiser. Then she takes her husband's check to the store where she buys diapers and groceries and anything else they may want or need. Whatever's left will be put towards her annual trip to the Women Writer's Conference in Hawaii, which is code for "Honolulu with your boss."