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  What I see when I see you

  11.22.08 | Permalink | 15 Comments

  I found my place at college when I applied for Writing Fellows. I’d settled on English as a major after trying out everything from pre-med to American Studies, and the idea of telling people what was wrong with their writing, for money, was too appealing to pass up. I adored the other Fellows: the smart, [...]

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  Going Home Everyday

  04.16.08 | Permalink | 9 Comments

  I took a shower with Dick yesterday. But it had nothing to do with sex, unfortunately. Instead, with my right arm dangling uselessly after shoulder surgery five days ago, it was me needing someone to scrub the sweat from my armpits and lather up my greasy hair. I can barely snap my own jeans and [...]