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I am no longer that little girl who counts the days until she leaves me.

Meeting My Friend At 10, Saying Goodbye At 50

“My friend” was ever faithful despite my hostility towards her presence. Every 28 days, like clockwork, she would arrive.

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Mothers And Daughters At The Chelsea Hotel

My mother and I may never see eye to eye on politics, and our value systems may seldom align. Sometimes it feels like we try to breach this divide; other times we dig a deeper rift.

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