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I was driving for a couple of hours recently and a song came on my shuffle: “Delicate” by Damien Rice. It’s a slow, sweet song about how tender – delicate – a new relationship can be, how the two people take things slowly and quietly. There’s a question in the chorus about what it all might
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When I was 18, I fell in love with an older man. He didn’t know I felt that way. If anything, he might have been aware of me being a little giggly around him. I was an exchange student and he was a young teacher (yes, it’s the whole cliche package). We worked together on
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I grew up thinking my voice was annoying. If you’re Gen X, like me, you probably learned at least one of the following lessons: No? Just me? Maybe so. Your experience may vary. (Honestly, I hope it does.) There was always something about my voice to which my father objected. It was too loud, too
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It all began with the soft wings of a bat. One night I was sitting in a little pergola at a friend’s cottage, and felt a brush of something against my hair. I reached back, as one does, and felt something very soft that flapped and was gone in almost an instant. The next day,
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