Pregnant

On the platform of the Q train, heading out to Queens. A crush of people; all of us staring down the train tracks. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. I think that girl pregnant. I turn to my left and it's a middle-aged woman; short sandy-colored hair and a soft Eastern European accent. Smiling at me, speaking in

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Breaking Ground

25 degrees today - pure joy! - and caught sight of my first tourists; ill-fitting clothes, foreign faces, and blank expressions. It shocked me that they were so easily identifiable; makes me wonder how clueless I seemed last summer when I arrived myself. But they're breaking ground on the beach now - resurrecting the summertime

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Mail

Katarina, like most of my friends here in Italy, is unemployed. She was employed - personal assistant to a famous actress in Rome - but that actress be crazy and Katarina, who has a master's in Linguistics, wasn't about to be scrubbing no toilet bowls. But there's a crisis on right now; vice-tight here in

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