On Love: The birds swarmed in my throat, flying around the words I need, I need, I need
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On Now: Tension buzzed through my limbs like bees.
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On Now: I felt it all like an individual loss, one by one, tiny deaths strung together like beads.
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On Living: Why do we measure our days?
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On Now: What was supposed to be a 911 call to help Mom ended with her in the back of a police car.
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On Love: I’m afraid we’re going to wake up one morning as strangers
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On Now: I want to be the mom I had and didn’t have.
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On Now: Why do we seek after the things that destroy us?
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On Writing: Why can’t I be both, the mother and the writer?
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On Love: We didn’t have to define who or what we were. We just were.
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On Love: I’m still trying to find my way back to you
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On Memoir: "You're bunking with Susan Atkins," said one of the inmates. "The baby killer from the Manson cult."
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