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Here’s a box of our best: some of the most interesting words we’ve printed about love and relationship over the past eight years — some of it’s nutty, some of it’s bittersweet, maybe you’ll find the cherry.
February 1982A Neighbor At The Door
Then leo is saying listen, why don’t you come home with us for a cup of coffee, so I say really, like I have heard wifey-hostesses say all my life, and there is a flash of some kind of remembering across judas’s face that when people are being social this is the kind of thing they say and do.
November 1981Insisting On Love
Oh you modest-living professional little bastards, giving in to all that mortgaged decency, all those inner rules of silence, as if the spirit of youth was an aberration to be got over and not the event itself, the event of your life, the adventure you ended up betraying for a house in Twit Acres and 2.3 kids you won’t ever understand.
January 1981Amazing Coincidences
A registration line, a nuclear power plant, a prayer candle
January 1981How Men See Women, How Women See Men
As a butterfly surveying a flowerbed, as objects, not very clearly at all
October 1980Tchad — A Memoir
Tchad, in the front seat, turned to me in the back, waved his arms expansively and yelled above the traffic noise, “Tell us again how your grandmother barks like a dog, Linne! Tell it again!”
August 1980Being A Parent
Being changed forever, being on a long journey of wonder, being surprised
July 1980A Summer’s Tale
(Part One)
I was actually going away. I must have waited a whole year for it but, right then, I was really depressed. If you could have seen it around my place last night you’d know what I mean. Everybody thought I’d never come back. Nobody came right out and said it, but my oldest sister, Jeannie, kept telling me how sad my hat looked.
May 1980Chapel Hill
An Elegy For Jesse Stroud
There is no precipitating event for this elegy. No anniversary. No birthday. No cause whatever, other than personal need. Jesse Stroud lived, struggled, and died. I do not purposefully vilify nor vindicate. Neither do I celebrate. Certainly not regret.
April 1980Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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