I write a short story about Ayatollah Khomeini because his image consumes the front page of The Boston Globe on my hippie teacher’s desk. My teacher reads my writing aloud to my sixth grade class. She tells my parents I should write more stories. She’s a natural.
This was the year that my partner Tim and I went from being a couple to being a family, though perhaps not in the way you’d expect. After three years of packing up a bag and driving to another part of the city to spend time together, I finally moved into his apartment, where what was once his space slowly became our space.
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