“Pale death knocks with impartial foot at poor men’s hovels and king’s palaces.” (Horace) How strange it is to read the obituary of the man who for nine years beat my mother on a regular basis. Who pointed guns at her, threatened the lives of her parents and siblings, who controlled her time, her money, [...]
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I'm a twentysomething MFA grad enjoying life in a state of flux, dreaming of Paris and San Francisco while loving the warm summer evenings in North Carolina. I'm a little irreverent, a little mercurial, with an uncanny knack for putting my foot in my mouth.
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