Working night shifts was exhausting, but it showed me a side of humanity and community I haven’t experienced since.
Memoir
The underpaid part-time job is a cornerstone of teenage life. None shaped me more than the year I spent in our town's “premier fun pub.”
Overheard intimacy pulls the listener into its orbit, insinuating complicity where there is none.
My grandmother had no way of knowing a book on birds, sent from Russia when I was a child, would determine my adult fascinations.
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