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Hurricane Delilah
Posted on: August 2, 2010By Liz Dubelman
Honestly, I don’t know why I’m so angry all the time. People ask – my mom, Ms. Powell (my teacher), Mr. Hernandez (my 9th grade counselor). I wish I could tell them, but when I open my mouth to say, I don’t know, it comes out as Fuck-off. It’s like there’s a talking [...]
The Son-In-Law
Posted on: June 28, 2010By Liz Dubelman
The taxi let Samantha off in front of 1129 Wellesley Avenue. Sam had written that address on countless envelopes and packages containing birthday and anniversary wishes. She hadn’t been to the house for years, since Kelly and Keith bought it after they had been married a few years. Back then Sam hadn’t thought [...]
Hit On The Head
Posted on: June 28, 2010By Liz Dubelman
I don’t remember a time when I didn’t think it would be more fun to still live at 500-A Grand Street. The address seemed so majestic — Grand Street – and there were parks you could walk to. Englewood Cliffs had no parks. We were confined to our back yard, where we could [...]
The Patient
Posted on: June 28, 2010By Liz Dubleman
Dr. Anderson put her notepad down, took another small sip of wine and reflectively rubbed her head. There was a book of matches on her desk that she unconsciously thumbed. The matches were from Le Petite Café. Herbert used to take her there on special occasions. A lovely French couple owned the restaurant [...]
