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Over trays of Bonnie Bell Lip Smackers and mountains of cooling fries, I learned that being female is as prefab, thoughtless, soulless, and abjectly capitalist as a Big Mac. It’s not important that it’s real. It’s only important that it’s tasty.

Rome wants to lie back and let you stroke it, lick it, and devour it whole. Rome makes my head swim with its beauty, the sheer weight of its history, its crazy quilt of architectural movements, and its breathtaking men.

emery

My family was not the kind of family given to spontaneous acts of unity. Calling the three of us offspring to Connecticut signaled a major upheaval.

languid.

tattoo. Our brains wrap nightmares around our sleepless flesh.

Naturally, I was on the Pill. I knew from a young age that motherhood was a cage I never wanted to inhabit. Children make me turn on the oven and reach for the rosemary.

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