Imagine Me And You, I Do

Imagine Me And You, I Do by Michelle Lyn King My mom started dating again the summer I turned fifteen. At first, there was a different man every weekend, a revolving door of graying men with flashing teeth. Then there was the same man, a masseuse with the last name Wolf. Wolf wore the ashes of his first wife around his neck on a piece of braided hemp. Years later, my mother would tell me that this man occasionally called […]

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