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At the western edge of the New Jersey town where I grew up, a lovely park spread from the boulevard down to the bay, with generous hills for rolling in autumn leaves or winter snow, …
Read More →At the western edge of the New Jersey town where I grew up, a lovely park spread from the boulevard down to the bay, with generous hills for rolling in autumn leaves or winter snow, …
Read More →I’m a notebook freak. I buy them whenever I come across them. Spiral-bound or stapled; hardcover or soft; all sizes, shapes, and colors; extra points if the cover makes me laugh. I prefer them with …
Read More →Too many teardrops
For one heart to be crying
Too many teardrops
For one heart to carry on…
— Question Mark & the Mysterians, “96 Tears”
I was once in a relationship with a guy who had the misfortune of …
Read More →I had the privilege of growing up with my very own registered nurse living on the next floor up. When my belly ached, fever spiked, or nose bled (neighbors’ driveway, ice thick as a brick, …
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