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December 1st
Walking home against a gust that cut to the bone, I wore a puffer zipped to my eyes with one of those tented hoods that block all peripheral senses, my hat and scarf tucked underneath. I gazed longingly into windows of warm homes like an orphan child wandering the streets alone on a cold winter’s […]
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Funland
In the summer of 1977, my mother, Page, and her best friend, Lily, ventured to the boardwalk in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware. They left the adults behind on the porch to drink wine, smoke cigarettes, and talk about politics. My grandmother, clad in chunky jewelry with a paisley scarf wrapped around her head, barely noticed her […]