That girl

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15 years ago today, one month shy of my 21st birthday, I was married in a strip mall. The decision to marry—at age 20—was on par with most decisions one makes at that age, including all the requisite limited forethought, stubborn assuredness and defiant invincibility.   I wasn’t old enough to go to Vegas.  I […]

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On the train

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My husband and I argue.  Often. It usually begins pretty innocuously. He might, for example (often), utter something fairly innocent that just sounds really stupid coming out of his mouth: “Do you plan to be up past 9 tonight?  I’m hoping for some action.” Wink. Wink. And I might, for example (much less often), occasionally […]

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