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It’s difficult to define the parameters of our relationship. I’m not a practicing therapist, and you’re not my client

What could be wrong with my perfect twins?

Here, too, it was each woman to her own grief. I didn’t know where to place myself

I run a hand over my face. I’m too old for this. I’m too tired for this. I’m too Lanni-phobic for this

Was my need to protect my sanity greater than my desire to understand my student?

An SUV plowed into the trunk with a crunch that seemed, at the same time, to shake my ivory tower to its foundations