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November 1996There is only one big thing — desire. And before it, when it is big, all is little.
Willa Cather
Wayne had proposed marriage, and she had told him she wasn’t sure she wanted to be married right now. Actually, all she wanted was a long, hot shower. She wondered how this man could ever have made her think her heart had opened as never before. It was becoming something of an ordeal just to be polite.
By Tim FarringtonNovember 1996They had to wait a long time for the harvest to begin. Gerard talked to Kate of nothing else for weeks. He imagined the two of them working their way across Canada, then down the West Coast of the U.S., picking fruit and living like gypsies.
By Alison LutermanOctober 1996Oh perfect word, shaped to meaning like a body without an ounce of fat: supple, strong, walking through the centuries like a god.
By Sy SafranskyAugust 1996The first time I met my future in-laws, I was standing next to the bed that their son and I had been sharing for some months. The apartment was small, the bed very large. While the four of us made a stab at pleasantries, our eyes darted furtively to pillows and sheets.
By Lynn MundellAugust 1996Licking your plate, listening to screams echoing up the stairwell, entertaining yourself
By Our ReadersAugust 1996Living beyond my means in a Manhattan apartment with two babies, no income, and a philandering husband, I suddenly found myself as vulnerable and dependent as any traditional suburban housewife.
By Alix Kates ShulmanMay 1996My father called two weeks ago and told me that my dog’s health was declining. Ringo has been blind for more than a year and generally sits on the porch smelling the world pass by, oblivious to the flies that dance across his useless eyes.
By Robert LubbersMay 1996Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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