June 18, 2009
Every month gets better and better, my Babyman. I love your face.
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June 15, 2009
I remember being a young girl, riding in the backseat of my parents’ car, on the way home from my aunt and uncle’s house.
I remember the thruway, a broken ribbon of yellow rushing under the tires. I remember the sound: whump-whump-whump. My sister sleeping on left, my brother on the right, both their heavy [...]
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