“ 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 one by one she sends away her friends and stands apart, smug sapphire, her answer to… — 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
