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Valentine’s Eve Remembrance
My father and me in 1993 When you lose someone you love, the loss becomes part of you. As time passes the loss changes shape, weight, texture, but you carry it everywhere. It’s experience that...
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Emotional Scar Tissue
I write a lot about body image and identity–the connection between the body—shape, weight, height, physical capacities—and the self. The body you live in is a house for the self; from your body you...
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On A Motherless Mother’s Day, Remembering to Heal and to Laugh
You wanted to know how I am—meaning since my loss, since my mother died. I say, “doing okay,” because sometimes I am okay. Sometimes I forget, and life feels normal. I say, “You know, it comes in...
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Apartment #17D – An Ode
This is the site of my childhood. Notches on a closet doorway mark my growth. Outside, on the balcony, a dark stain on one brick betrays the spot where Teenage Me hastily stubbed out a cigarette as I...
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