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The morning is black and the days are slow to gather light. Winter hovers over us with piercing silence and the language of snow. A...

This is an older post, but one that I had a lot of fun remembering and writing.  I’m sharing it here again in the spirit of the season....

Kitty and I met when we were twenty. I can’t tell you exactly how–something to do with a party at the naked lady magazine she worked for,...