“God DAMN it!” My father shouted as he struggled to manually crank the driver’s side window down on our wood-paneled station wagon. He was holding his breath as he drove, cheeks puffed out, shoulders up. When the smell got to me in the back seat, I did the same. It was like… I don’t even […]
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“You know what happened is not actually your fault, right?” said Beth, my therapist, with eyebrows raised. I couldn’t meet her eyes, instead I stared out of the window at spring’s new leaves dancing along their sturdy branches. *** “Fine. Have a nice life!” These were his last words before slamming the phone down. […]
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In 1978, at 10 years old, he was someone I had to look in the eye and pretend to love every weekend in “The Saturday Show,” a touring children’s musical. When he spoke it was always in exclamation points, “Gee, you’re hair smells terrific!” I’d roll my eyes, feign disinterest, and hope no one noticed […]
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