In Brooklyn, a woman walks along a street shaded by decades-old mottled plane trees. Over her shoulder is a worn brown leather tote bag. A red and white folded umbrella pokes out along with a miniature white poodle. The dog’s...
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People make their way down the hallway toward the viewing room. As they enter, dimmed recessed...
Read MoreIt was a glorious morning after two days of rain. The sun’s rays flowed through the small bay window bathed the thriving basil and thyme and continued on to the terra cotta tile. At this hour the rays were more warm than hot. Al...
Read More“Why is it so damn cold?” I hear myself muttering. The morning cold feels like it has inserted itself into my bones. I chose high heels to make myself appear taller, thinner and more in charge. Already my shoes are exacting...
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