Learning to Fly: When You Have to Be Your Own Parent
Even as a child I found extreme pleasure in the things I could control.
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stratus, cumulus, cirrus.
please excuse Lindsay’s absence
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“I realized I had to change or I was going to lose you,” my mother told me. “So I did.”
In the battered barbershop chair, Faris sits slightly camouflaged and crumpled, as though he is a mystery even to himself.