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The Other Dad
“It tightens here,” says the other dad, running his palm across his chest. Over in the walkway toward the plane, two sibling pairs trudge side by side toward their seats. First…
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The Winter Road
It must have been January because I was smoking. Read about the long slog of winter, and yes, we had our own version. At this time of year we were alone out here, could cordon off any road we liked, made the summer’s daring overtakes feel like an unruly dream. This was our backdrop. Like peace to you. But in me the thoughts could not be brought together, they slipped teasingly away at every attempt.
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Was I Good?
As if someone had flipped a switch you had now become pleasant. Afterwards my friends spoke of how charming you had been, a first-class listener, with follow-up questions that dug…
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Night Bus to Bombay
Night in India, somewhere between Goa and Bombay. An overnight bus, people packed into sleeping berths like logs. The journey itself takes place in darkness. It isn’t meant to be…