Meet me at the River
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I, of course, can tell you about now. It’s everything else I don’t like thinking about. Not that now is so terrific. It just happens to be my only option—a concept that concerned doctors, therapists, teachers, and most of all my mother have worked very hard to impress upon me. So for their sake I am here, in a bizarre limbo, living with Mom and her husband in the southwestern part of Colorado.
Rabbitbrush is a tiny little Christmas card of a town nestled in the...