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Child of the Apocolypse
I often wondered who was responsible for the apocalypse. The bad-tempered husband who thought Mom was oblivious to his philandering while away on his weekly sales trips? Or the lonely wife who thought she might find love with a new neighbor who’d rented the Kendall house?
Learning How to Breathe
I set the kettle on the stove without turning on the flame and walked through the dining room towards the front door. I had to get out of there. No more seeking validation from the women in the kitchen.
The Second Sorrow
The first song I ever learned to play and sing properly; after three sessions with my teacher and over a week of determined seclusion in my room: was The Man With A Child In His Eyes by Kate Bush. I practised it every evening, over and over again for hours, until I got it right.
Playing For Keeps
Lena was raised on violin lessons and minimal parental supervision. “And by ‘minimal,’” she declared to her private tutor, Henri, “I mean none. Zip. Nada. I’ve spent more time with you and my violin instructors than I have with them.”
How Morse McClary Found Love and Forgave America
He owed this to two women: his beloved wife Zelda and a hometown agoraphobic girl.