Gasping for Life
“I last talked at God on the beach at Los Palmas. It was nine years ago. Randy was drowning in front of me.”
Playa Los Palmas, Mexico | Spring of 1998 | CINDY FEY
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Gasping for Life“I last talked at God on the beach at Los Palmas. It was nine years ago. Randy was drowning in front of me.” Not Anymore“My head pounds. I think I connected with the chipped refrigerator door twice. I’m not sure. I’m dizzy.” Tags: domestic violence, marriage
The Color of Change“The first place I woke up next to a woman was in a hotel bed.” To Stand“The contents of that envelope were powerful enough to destroy my dad, and our relationship, forever: I was in love, and he wasn’t white.” Ghosts“For the first time in a long time, I felt needed. Truly needed…. And it felt disgustingly good.” It Don’t Matter To Me“The night after his father’s burial, both grieving and finally free, Stevie went cruising for men. It was his first time.” She Let Herself Go“My mother stuffed whatever was handy on the counter into her wide mouth any time he made that comment.” Aftermath“I actually thought that if I were the perfect, glamorous housewife, then maybe I would get that feeling of something being wrong with me to go away.” On the Line“In my dreams, it’s you who devours me, who shows up on my doorstep. But we take what we can get.” My Dad Has Moved Into the Garage“More than two-thirds (or if you ask him, more than .666666) of his life is over, and he can’t make himself happy.” |