“So That You Cannot See Land” by Nicole Montana
Years collapse. Breaks in the relationship are not counted. There is no longer any time that was spent apart. Even when absent…
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Years collapse. Breaks in the relationship are not counted. There is no longer any time that was spent apart. Even when absent…
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When my father talks about his years of drifting in and out of homelessness, he is quick to remind me of how lucky he…
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My poor best friend. Her wealth. So real. Concrete. Last week, I saw her for a drink. We met in the suburbs…
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The father of the deceased—when interviewed for television—said, with a solitary tear in his stoic eye, that “she didn’t have a wicked bone in…
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It’s 2013, and I’m visiting an elderly professor in an assisted living facility in the college town where I live. I haven’t seen him…
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“AAA says there’s at least an hour wait,” my friend Madeline says, sullenly dragging a hand through her hair. It is a muggy July…
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