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âIâm taking the summer off,â Lia told me. âI need to start over. I need to leave the past, and if I canât do that in hereââshe touched her fingers to her heartââthen I have to do it geographically.â We were licking our wounds at a bar. Slouched over lacquered pine, this sounded like a good idea at eleven on a gloomy winter night. I told her I would come with her. âReally, Nick?â Lia gushed...
Alice was everywhere, until she wasnât. Just like at first, she was nowhere until she was. The absence of her before I knew she existed, was nothing. Now, the absence of her shrouds everything. Like a guest who never came to dinner; a stormy sky that didnât deliver. Nothing can wash away the void where she used to be. This is what Iâm thinking about the first time I take The Walk without her. I met Alice ...
âIt wasnât the beginning of the end, it was the end of the end. And he knew it and I knew it and only one of us was pretending we didnât.â This is how I start my story. Iâm shotgun in Megâs car, heading north on a girlsâ trip to Maine. Weâve left behind our husbands and children, scratching the surface of our mom-and-wife warpaint to reveal something freer underneath. Maine is going to do this fo...
You canât mourn your lover at his funeral, not properly anyhow. Itâs not the place for you, and you realize as soon as you step inside and heads turn as if on swivels. You wonder if each person can read your mind and know that he was the love of your life? Once, this was the quintessential fear, carried delicately by both of you. You are unable to look up from the worn red carpet and the muted rainbows ca...
âGood morning, miss.â Her voice was gentle, as was the velvety soft hand on my bare shoulder, but neither could soothe the pounding in my skull. I offered some sort of noise resembling a distressed animal to let her know I was alive. Opening my eyes was too much to ask. âYou requested a personal wake-up,â she said, her voice again sliding like butter, and I carefully forced open one eye. ...
âLetâs take a walk, shall we? And you can tell me why you wanted to disappear.â He offers his arm, like a gallant knight, and inexplicably, Kate takes it, because she doesnât know what else to do. The devil doesnât look like she expected him to. There are no horns, no teeth glistening with drops of blood, no maniacal laughter. True, he is shrouded in black, cloaks and hair and even his very skin seems sha...
The was once a time that Christmas felt magical. When December was full of early dusk dotted with lights and Silent Night playing softly on the radio. When eagerness built through weekends that were punctuated with snowflakes that never amounted to anything, only there for the ambiance. Christmas Eve was a whole vibe of its own: cookie baking and grown-ups off work early and evening gatherings to get ready for, ...
Teenage boys are like rough, unfinished works of art. They are paint on the canvas, nothing yet blended together with a brush, the final picture imagined but unknown. Clay on the wheel, unspun and uncreated, only glistening with possibility. They are everything their mothers saw in them when they were little boys and everything theyâll one day become, waiting to be born. But when youâre a teenage girl, yo...
My mother likes to tell the story of the magical woman with the hands of God who saved the life of a baby on Christmas Eve. She will tell this tale to anyone, anytime, but she especially loves reliving it on Christmas Eve. Gathered at her house, the holiday energy funnels through the eyes of my children and their cousins, still young enough that the magic of Santa is breathtakingly real, every strange noi...
It was a severance that unraveled everything. What I mean by that is, it wasnât a firing (according to Brad) and it wasnât exactly a retirement, which is what I called it. It was more of a mutual parting between two parties who had outgrown each otherâseverance. Except one of those parties was a company I had dedicated my life to. The other was the version of myself I gave to everyoneâJanice, the...
Youâre raking leaves in your yard, like itâs any old Sunday. Like youâre living any old storyline, one that omits the chapter where you abandon your family, and along with it, mine. The funny thing is, I was going to do this next week. After ten years, I finally asked Roarke where you lived. I knew he knew. But in our world itâs almost as if you never existed, in which case I guess you got what you wanted...
The snow was the type you werenât supposed to drive in, period. Especially not during the heaviest part of the storm, when white fluff was dumping at an astonishing rate. Meg was at the wheel, navigating in her minivan, which was the absolute worst type of vehicle to be in at this point. I listened to her chatter, looked over my shoulder at Beth, wondering why neither of my cousins seemed to be frightened beyond belief like I was. I was half-wishing I had gone with my father instead, safe inside his four-wheel drive SUV, confident in his ...
It was times like this when Danielle would let her mind wander, inching its way back to an evening that had been ripe with possibility, with chances. Actually, it wasnât just times like this. It wasnât just on days when Alec was drunk and maudlin, or the nights when he didnât come home and she lay awake, her bleary eyes trained to the window, waiting for his headlights. It wasnât only in the scary moments...
From the top of the mountain, the valley below was stunning. Everything was painted fire colors, the peak of autumn arriving as predicted in the second week of October. Stella felt a lump in her throatâhow appropriate that they were here on Jazâs birthday. Stella could still hear her throaty voice, every year, reminding them that the pinnacle of fall color always fell near her birthday.Ash-spreading was a strange custom, Stella thought, glancing down at her portion of Jaz, nestled in plastic inside a tiny gift bag, purpl...
The storm had felt like a rumor all day, but now, the sky was delivering. For a second, like a knife catching a glint of light and refracting it in multitude, everything gleamed white. The lightning split the whole sky in half, and in that moment, it was brighter than daylight. The tops of the gravestones seemed to pulse like strobe lights in a night club before blackness settled them down again.She was kneeling in front of her sisterâs grave. She came here oftenâafter all, thatâs what a mourning sister didâbut she felt ...
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