Day: December 19, 2007

I don’t think parting is so bloody sweet. As my airport shuttle pulled away on this cold, bright day, I waved at my small, door-framed mother until she was only a teeny pinepoint, as my father once said. My driver was a compact pistol of a woman about my age, with hair dyed as black as an old bluegrass star’s. By the time we pulled up to the airport, we were talking about IUDs. For […]

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