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My father died on Christmas Eve, 1986. I was three years old. When my mother broke the news, I responded in a... more
By the time Zoe and I started down the Overseas Highway, we had been living a nomadic lifestyle out of our 1995 Corolla for nearly four months.
I make him coffee, I make hot chocolate for his kids, and sometimes I buy his weed.
I wanted this essay to be about love. I wanted it to also be about my grandfather and Arkansas and my copy of Ain’t Doing Too B-A-D, Bad, a live jazz record by The Bobby Bryant Sextet.
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Not long after my father died, my mother bought a brand-new bright-red Toyota Celica GT. She also... more
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