Lately I can’t help wanting usto be like other people.For example, if I were a smoker,you’d lift a match to the cigarettejust as I put it between my lips.It’s never been like thatbetween us: none...

For you she learned to wear a short black slipand red lipstick,how to order a glass of red wineand finish it. She learned to reach outas if to touch your arm and then nottouch it,...

Used to be hewas my heart’s desire.His forthright gaze,his expert hands:I’d lie on the couch with my eyesclosed just thinking about it.Never about the factthat everything changes,that even this,my best passion,would not be immune.No, I...

Father, R.I.P., Sums Me Up at Twenty-ThreeShe has no head for politics,craves good jewelry, trusts too readily,marries too early. Thenone by one she sends away her friendsand stands apart, smug sapphire,her answer to everything a...

It was not like everyone had said.Not like being needed,or needing; not desperate;it did not whisperthat I’d come to harm. I didn’t losemy head. No, I was notgoing to leap from a greatheight and flapmy...