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Cathy was working at a house for women trying to kick addictions when I met her. Her sense of humor was brash and brittle-dry. She was a native New Jerseyan in ...

A Spade, A Spade

Christine lived on the south side of Berkeley on the third floor of a once-white apartment complex named Haste, for the street it was on. It was unpretentious t...

The Arc of the Birch

I have fallen in love with a birch tree. Tomorrow my husband will remove it, a killing he presented as a fait accompli last weekend after plying me with cocktai...