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The psychiatrist on the 16th floor has a small black fluffy dog. She lives and works in this impossibly glamorous building which is, past its prewar lobby and doormen, quite shabby: tape holding down wires to a camera, the land line, the floor is worn, the furniture moved in about 1970, never moved again. This […]

Rock

My version of hell is God tells me He needs to talk to me in His office next week. Maybe a month, but I think a week would be bad enough. That day He calls me into His office and folds His hands. “Hi,” I say. “Hi.” He looks at me hard. “What can I say? […]

Dinosaurs

I had to get in, I had to go to bed. I was locked out, but now I had my clean laundry, and I had to get in. The wheels are worn off into two centimeter remnants of two inch wide wheels, and I was pulling toward I didn’t know what. While I had been […]

For Regular People

Only once did I sit on the floor of the bathroom and cry, and I locked the door to do it, so I could really let it go, and I felt a lot better afterward. When I wanted to run from the classroom, I stood my ground and didn’t remember to take deep breaths or […]