The first and most important thing that happened to me when I got to San Francisco was that I learned what it felt like to be alone and penniless, to have no tie to the world but fear, hunger, and need.
Fiction
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Tragic Magic (excerpt)
This was my initiation into a world where the way people felt about each other didn’t necessarily come from personal involvement.
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Angus & Annabel
This was the tree their mother had loved and named, decorated in the spring when she was still herself. The decorations were gone now—their father, in his anger and grief, had seen to it—but the thick tree still stood.