“Used to be he was my heart's desire. His forthright gaze, his expert hands: I'd lie on the couch with my eyes closed just thinking about it. Never about the fact that everything changes, that even this, my best passion,… — Deborah Garrison Copy Share Image
“Lately I can't help wanting us to be like other people. For example, if I were a smoker, you'd lift a match to the… — Deborah Garrison Copy Share Image
“ Father, R.I.P., Sums Me Up at Twenty-Three She has no head for politics, craves good jewelry, trusts too readily, marries too early. Then… — Deborah Garrison Copy Share Image
“It was not like everyone had said. Not like being needed, or needing; not desperate; it did not whisper that I'd come to harm.… — Deborah Garrison Copy Share Image
“For you she learned to wear a short black slip and red lipstick, how to order a glass of red wine and finish it.… — Deborah Garrison Copy Share Image
“Used to be he was my heart's desire. His forthright gaze, his expert hands: I'd lie on the couch with my eyes closed just… — Deborah Garrison Copy Share Image
