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Sports Cars & Wagons: Welcome to Middle Age

Rural Drive 1

The candy apple red two-door Nissan—with jet black windows and a spoiler on the back—kept whispering my name as I made a beeline to her in the parking lot of the dealership. My husband, Cory, examined the sticker price details on a used four-door sedan. He hadn’t noticed my departure.Read the Rest…


Ode to Sorrow (And All of the Lonely Hearts)

Sammy 3

Grief first came to me in the fall of 1987. It wasn’t my own. I watched it from afar as my great-aunt Maxine pulled the blankets from her bed and carried them to the laundry room; her head buried in their scent from days—maybe weeks—worth of wear. Her husband hadRead the Rest…


Saint Jerome, Big Mom, and the Ghosts of My Past

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Wafts of patchouli tickled my senses. Flames of tea candles danced in wind that had crept through a large, curtain-less window where the sun cast its beams across the tiled floor. I sat on a cold metal chair, my arms stretched out across a card table, taking deep breathes andRead the Rest…


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