Star-Crossed | An excerpt
Rob and I were as different as night and day. He was East Coast traditional, I was West Coast, not-quite conquered territory, looking another direction. I was fond...
Rob and I were as different as night and day. He was East Coast traditional, I was West Coast, not-quite conquered territory, looking another direction. I was fond...
During the sermon, I try to decide what it is about Mom that Dad doesn’t like anymore. Mom is still beautiful in her floral sundresses and white sandals,...
It was hard not to see my sister’s fling with the singer at the martini bar as some sort of family experiment to see if she could summon...
You watch the fire chew through the ashes at the tip of the cigarette. They watch you watch the ashes. Vermilion-hot ashes, perforated, like your brain, riddled with...
AN EXCERPT Chris and I have been going out for a month. It’s as if I have no past. Chris doesn’t ask. I haven’t told any of my old...
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