Last night, I walked towards the street of the home where we used to live. I got as far as the curb across from our stoop, then had to sit…
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On the screen is a blur of black and white: blobby shapes, goopy like the stuff on my abdomen. The ultrasound technician says, “I don’t know what I’m seeing here.…
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Creative Nonfiction / EssayI say that break ups are weird (but what I really mean is that I miss you)
It’s weird. Breaking up after building three years of a life together. A beautiful break up. Goodbyes traded at the Oakland airport, through tears, arms wrapped around each other, already…