Two Divided by Two Learning some of the courtroom shortcuts made things easier for me — places north of Date Street where you can park all day for free, the back entrance to the county ...
By our third anniversary we had two daughters. An instinct to mother directed all that I did. I was, by then, the lioness.
Posted December 1, 1983
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Love, marriage, and divorce
What hurt my daughters hurt me.
Even I, who grew up cold and alone in dark apartments with a frowning mama and an absent father, began to glow. I, who for years looked sallow and hugged mechanically, grew apple-cheeked and comfortable with embraces.