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Beth Alvarado divides her time between Tucson, where she teaches at the University of Arizona, and Bend, Oregon, where she practices her Spanish by reading aloud to a dog named Ollie. She is the author of a memoir, Anthropologies, and a story collection, Not a Matter of Love.
I’d thought dating would make me feel less grief, but it was the opposite. I decided to delete my Match.com account and learn to masturbate. I had enough sadness in my own life.
July 2020Is there something wrong with me that I don’t seem as bereft as some widows, that I’m handling it so well? That’s what everyone says: “You are handling it so well.” I know he is dead. I just can’t believe we will be separated forever. Whoever wrote, “Till death do us part,” didn’t know what he was talking about.
December 2014Has something we published moved you? Fired you up? Did we miss the mark? We’d love to hear about it.
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