Message in a Bottle

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posted Sep 8, 2017


Emma Hanquist, Artisit My daughter carries a heavy load of emotional scars. They come in part, of course, from all the regular wounds that all sensitive people endure, whether inflicted by others, or by one’s own hand, or received upon the usual stumbles and falls that plague all such...

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Old Friends

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posted Aug 10, 2017


I am so lucky as to have old friends. Old friends go all the way back to before you carried the weight of your world, or at least to before you carried all of it. They’ve stayed in your life despite all the shit you’ve done and they’ve done,...

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Memento

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posted Jul 22, 2017


  Forgive me, you must, for not remembering whether it was a ’60 or a ’61. The reason you must forgive me is that I loved that car. Not the first one, which was a year older…or was it younger? I really have no memory left for facts like...

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Declarations

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posted Jun 25, 2017


“Mom,” my sixteen-year-old daughter asked me one day, “did you know there’s a scale for sexual orientation, zero for exclusively heterosexual and six for exclusively homosexual?” A few seconds later she added, “I’m a three.” This was not news to me. She’d struggled quite openly for the past two...

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Essay Included in Read650 Event...

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posted Jun 25, 2017


E. Marmer | Free to Navel Gaze On June 11, 2017, I read my essay “Declarations” to a packed crowd at Sarah Lawrence College, where Read650 was holding it’s public reading event, “From A to LGBTQ.” Thirteen writers were selected to be part of the event, described by Read650...

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Besotted Alpha Males At Parties...

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posted Dec 19, 2016


Recently, I observed a fascinating phenomenon at a holiday party.  By “holiday party” I mean of course any party taking place in the month of December which isn’t tied to some other justification, such as a birthday or retirement. At this particular holiday party, the majority of the guests were couples....

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