At least that’s what some woman, long-haired and dreamy, had told him at the mid-town library as he poured over telephone books and maps of Manhattan. It had been luck, seeing Kate’s picture in the arts section of the New York Times. He’d been living in Coney Island, on Mermaid Avenue, not far fr...
Although it is true that sometimes it is one voice or the other, or one story or the other, please be clear: this is our story. But perhaps it is easier to start at the beginning. We were born as one to our parents and placed on the single trajectory that we would call our lives. It was innocent ...