Tag Archives: M. M. Adjarian

Sister Moon

I met Jessica the spring of my junior year in high school. It was lunchtime, and we were sitting in the room of a history teacher we had in common at different times of the day. I’d seen Jessica in … Continue reading

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Dolls’ World

My mother told me that I was the daughter she had always wanted. What this meant in practice was that I was the child she could spoil with dolls and swaddle in pink, a color that usurped its way into … Continue reading

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The House on Fernhill

I clung to the house on Fernhill like a starfish to a rock for 18 years. By the time I left Malibu in 1983, I swore I never wanted to see that house again. Too much had happened for me … Continue reading

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