Lore
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It’s been a little while since I’ve been kissed. It’s been longer since I’ve been kissed well. My first kiss was at summer camp when I was 12. A boy named Mark told me he liked me and kissed me on the lips at the mid-week dance. I was thrilled and enthralled by Mark, and…
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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: don’t ask for things that you can do yourself (that is most things) don’t need anything don’t bother people don’t talk about your feelings be quiet No? Just me? Maybe so.…
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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,…
