He knew the affair he was having with the composer, that it should have been me.
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Category: Nonfiction
For a few years we took turns breaking each other’s hearts, casting each other away, reeling each other back in.
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Can a town named Phoenix rise from the ash?
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Beneath the tree, grasses of pale yellow and green commingle to create a neon shade reminiscent of Mello Yello, a soda from my childhood….
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I was in Colorado because seventy-plus hour workweeks punctuated by martinis had swallowed me whole.
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“Nature is healing,” says a small tin sign in front of a dried up cornfield.
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As the world began to open again, we were proud. We’d done a good job. Then you came.
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Those smuggled copies of Interview and The Witching Hour that I took with me and read and reread in the suffocatingly dark and overly zealous world that was my conversion therapy experience got me from one moment to the next.
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“It could be that our hearts beat in perfect alignment. Yet, it does not seem that Paul and I ever could have aligned ourselves so precisely.”
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