Myers’ mansion may be cursed.  The last owner moved to Kansas City, had his whole life fall apart, and evacuated the midwest.  The owners before that, I am told, suffered a nasty divorce.  Curses are so sexy, though. My fellow squatter, who had been managing the bills, disappeared.  The gas company put the shut-off notice […]

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“What do you want me to do with Wooly Bully?” my mom asked.  She had presented me with some plastic trash bags of stuffed animals, the most prominent member of which was the gentleman who prompted the discussion to begin with– my first husband. “Do with him?”  I said.  “What do you mean?”  Like, were […]

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“Aunt Nina,” my mother said.  “Aunt Tilly… Uncle Herb….”  These aunts are my mother’s great-aunts, my grandmother’s aunts.  We were driving Grandma home from Christmas dinner.  We had found a topic of conversation that was safe.  That is difficult.  My grandmother has names of her great-aunts and uncles, and their jobs, and terrible fears, and […]

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