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My Parents Were Both Dying. Then I Found Out I Had Cancer
Everything took on a sickening poignancy: the boisterous din at our Saturday brunch place where, just a week before, my girlfriends and I…
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personal essays
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The Eighteen Letters Project
I realized that I didn’t want to just print out the letters and hand Hudson a stack of paper. I needed to find a bindery. The woman I…
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On My Last Leg
“Really?” I say, somehow shocked by the assertion. “There are so many assholes out there,” E. insists. “But he wants to take care of you.”…