Notes on Manhattan

Love seems to dictate where I live. I moved to London three decades ago to be with my then boyfriend. And I’m moving back across the Atlantic now for the same reason (different boyfriend). Sounds so simple. Basically, just a round trip ticket with a thirty-year layover. But a lot has changed. For starters, my…

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Duke Drop-off

I am crouched in the corner of my mother’s upstairs, unused, practically forgotten guest shower. Still as a statue. Kind of smug too. There is no way Freddie is going to find me. Found you, says my grinning 8 year old nephew. Guess I am a little rusty at hide n’ seek. I try to…