Tag Archives: Alan Feldman

Which One Of Us Do You Love More?

Why does such sweetness hover around us when we’re with those girls? And why are they so comically different? Why, when you give the older one a little present, like a colorful hair clip, or a polished shell, does the … Continue reading

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A Call From My Father’s Doctor

I’m repeating back her quiet pronouncement, “You won’t have your father much longer.” And I stall, like a crashed program, my mouth full of bitterness like a rag. Who do I think I am? Probably she has a father too. … Continue reading

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