The placenta began to speak a month into my affair with Nick. The baby had gone right down after his lunch—Tofu Pup, rice cake, cup of orange juice. The OJ was our secret. My sister didn’t like Beau to have juice because of the sugar, but I felt sorry for the kid. I believe in sugar. The placenta said, “Cold.” At least that’s what it sounded like. Which made sense—it was in the freezer. I opened the door and there it sat in its smudgy Ziploc, the blue-and-green-seal lips open at one … [Read more...] about Heliotrope