Last Missive From A D.C. Girl
COLUMBIA HEIGHTS, Washington, D.C., August 2, 2007 My boss called me over, notebook in hand. “I’m letting you go.” The words flipped my horizons, took assumptions and plans and expectations, and erased them. I should not have bought the 12 pack of pita bread, thinking to freeze the rest. The fingerling potatoes - fresh from the ground on [...]
August 7th, 2007
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