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When I was younger I wanted Barbie-doll boobs: lavishly large and perpetually perky. Never mind that her breasts were two cold, lifeless knobs of hard plastic. They looked good.
By Barbara KerleyApril 1995If you teach people that the number-one problem is their sin and that when they came into the world they made a blotch on existence, they’ll never get over it. We talk about sexual abuse of children, but this is religious abuse.
By David Jay Brown, Rebecca McClen NovickApril 1995A battered wife, a troubled cousin, an intent reader
By Our ReadersApril 1995An aroused Ferris-wheel operator, a guest with a penchant for eavesdropping, a mother with a botched suicide attempt
By Our ReadersMarch 1995And when the morning had come, sure enough, there was the Holy Spirit, less like a poltergeist and more like a cat, perched on a comforter on the old steamer trunk at the end of the bed.
By Carson ReedMarch 1995For those of you who have never had a panic attack, the words may have no special emotional tug. For those of you who have had one, they will bring forth memories of a mind frozen in exquisite agitation, the whole room, the whole world enmeshed in a horror movie that refuses to go away.
By Ignacio SchwartzJanuary 1995The full-page ads by big corporations proclaim peace on earth, when all they really want is another piece of the earth.
By Sy SafranskyDecember 1994Someone who should have listened to her intuition, a beautiful brunette, a cat woman
By Our ReadersDecember 1994Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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