I hear the radio reports about Trump and it’s like I can not escape. It’s so familiar. It’s as if NPR has all the words I didn’t know existed until recently.
‘Alternative Facts’. I remember those. My dad once told me he helped a woman give birth on the forensic psych ward. My dad is a therapist.
It was our first dinner since I had started talking to my mother again. We were sitting in a fancy restaurant near my apartment so that I could leave whenever I wanted. I had arrived on time. He had arrived fifteen minutes late. I knew this was to show me that he was an important man who many people wanted because this is how it works with him. I remembered all the girlfriends that he would pick up fifteen – twenty minutes late. I remember telling him ‘you’ll be late’. He’d stop off…
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