Tag Archives: Pamela Woolford

Dog

I am in the basement of our townhouse seated on the couch facing Joseph, my husband, who is seated in his desk chair at the computer where he composes music, but he is not composing right now. We’re talking casually, … Continue reading

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Coffee

My ex-husband Joseph and I had our first date in early September of 2013 at a lakeside coffee shop. He ordered a large cup to go, and I got juice or sparkling water. We walked around the lake and talked … Continue reading

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Here I Am Looking

Here I am looking at the camera. It’s last summer, 2016, and I’m about to lie down beside women I don’t know. There are forty-plus of us. Each has wrapped herself in linen cloth handed out by a volunteer. The … Continue reading

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