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Adolescence
Songs Of Aging Children
My mother is seated in the shade of the balcony of her apartment in San Diego, the sun relentless in this desert-become-a-city. She stares into that cloudless blue sky. Cancer has begun its final assault upon her body.
November 1990Thin Ice
When we got to the pond, he stopped calling her name. The hole was black, and little black waves splashed against the jagged edges of the broken ice. Father took one step onto the pond, but had to jump back.
November 1989Dancing
Miss Valentine’s School of Social Dance, jitterbugging in Calcutta, the “big girl’s ward” in the crippled children’s hospital
November 1989Summer
The summer I was fifteen my father moved out, my breasts grew in, and my mother told me to call her Eve.
July 1989My Date With Marilyn
It must have been a real publicity bust for Marilyn and her people. I mean, here it is thirty years later, and I’ve never seen anything about it in all the flood of words about her since.
July 1989Yahbo The Hawk
Again and again he flew against the window so mercilessly I was scared he would break his neck. Then his eyes glowed with wrath.
June 1989Willie Mays And Mr. Tic Tac Toe
Willie Mays was only thirteen years old, but already center field was his private domain. His mitt seemed to have radar installed in it, registering the trajectory and velocity of the ball. All Willie had to do was glide into place, flip out his glove, and the ball would land there, trapped in leather.
April 1989
