• Tender Memories of My Father

    Tender Memories of My Father

    I have tender memories of cuddling with my father as a child. We would take naps together and I would feel his body tower over mine like a lighthouse watching over its city in the ebony of night. His musky scent coming back from work still lingers in my thoughts, those powerful arms that would wrap me into a cocoon […]

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  • Cross-Country Confessions

    Cross-Country Confessions

    All I can remember now is the lush of the trees. Miles and miles of green on those humid summer afternoons when we drove through those suburban New England cottages. How far from home I was that summer. I kept making up little stories in my head, trying to imagine a new life. Was it really that easy to forget […]

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