Writer:Haley Nahman
I saw it as I was stuffing leftovers into a bag at my sister’s apartment: a bulky green coat, slung lovingly around a wooden chair. It had bright orange lining and a shearling-padded hood. It was malleable like a puffer, hefty like a snow coat, cut like a utility jacket. I slipped it on. It was formidable. It hung off my shoulders like a heavy hug...