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Sisters Out of Sync
In my earliest memories, I live with my parents in McKeesport, Pennsylvania. I’m four years old. My life began in the 1960s. Dr. Spock tended to my health, Dr. Seuss oversaw my early education, and my entertainment was provided by cartoons and reruns of I Love Lucy. Born to parents who were in their 40s, Continue reading
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Daddy’s were beautiful. At the table, holding a piece of buttered bread. Cutting meat, lifting his glass to his lips, water droplets on its surface wetting his fingertips. When he looked behind him before backing up the car, he reached his right hand over the front seat. From the backseat, I stared at it. Continue reading
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