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This story is about the time my paranoid mother became homeless and took a bus to NYC to be with me. It was published by So to Speak Journal: language + feminism + art where it was nominated for the Pushcart Prize. It can be read there at the link below.

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Passing through is a piece I wrote about my grandmother's husband dying. In this piece I was thinking about generations. About my own family. About what our parents and grandparents leave us in our emotional inheritance. I was thinking how when my grandmother died, she had not spoken with my mother in 20 years. How my grandmother hardly spoke to her own mother. So much pain and so much dysfunction. So much unfinished business.

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