And maybe letting go instead of holding on will be a harder process than you could ever imagine, harder than anything you have ever done before.Read More
Twenty-five years ago, your life was the opposite of mine and that is why I followed you like a fatuous child, hallucinated you, abused my heart with you—my personal phantasm. You were the one true obsession—the gorgeous pernicious observer of a young woman’s life devolving into anarchy.Read More
I couldn’t believe the news our PE teacher, Mr. Stewart, had just told us. For the next two weeks, we would spend our PE classes learning to square dance. Square dancing in PE!! What happened to kickball or dodgeball? Mr. Stewart couldn’t look Dude, Jim, and me in the eye when he delivered the bad news.Read More
One Sunday afternoon I drove into the Japanese countryside trying to locate Mikawachi Junior High School from a hand-drawn map with English landmarks. I crossed and re-crossed the same set of train tracks several times before I threw up my hands and declared myself lost.Read More
When I got off the train at Valpo, I was surprised to see that my weekend hostess was an actual hippie. We hung out with her friends, sitting cross-legged on the floor of her tiny living room, smoking and drinking, talking about the war and civil rights, and listening to Jefferson Airplane.Read More
Fifteen years earlier she was a waitress in a college town. The previous year she had been a student in a college town who was coming to the realization that she liked the town and hated going to college. The waitress job was a temporary answer.Read More
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