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Round Midnight
I remember the first time I ever met him. I had just finished a performance of Carmen at the San Francisco Opera, and as I climbed into the car waiting outside the stage door, I heard a strange sound...
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Eggs Wait for No Man
I was six years old when my mother started teaching me how to cook. We started by making chocolate chip cookies, and I loved the idea that you could take several different things, mix them up, and they...
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Brisé (Broken)
I loved you from afar for so long. I first saw you on stage at The Nutcracker, and immediately I wanted to be in your arms. I was so young then, a child — far too young for this kind of love — and you...
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Slow Dance
“We need to find you a boyfriend.” This was me pre-braces, circa 1984-5. I can't find any REALLY awkward-looking pictures from that time period, but maybe that's a good thing. It was the fall of 1986....
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Synopsis
After a couple weeks’ hiatus, I’m back in the Indie Ink Writing Challenge. It’s good to be back, folks. This week’s prompt comes from Head Ant, who writes: An opera is being written about your life....
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