Tag #memoir

Queens College – 1971

I was always a tag-along. Tag-along with my Mom, (which is natural) tag-along with my aunts and uncles, tag-along with my grandparents (again, kind of natural), tag along with some random family I was sent to live with full time.…

The Jazz Club

Packed in close The tabletops barely big enough . A candle Her purse Your drinks . It’s cold outside You wore overcoats She wore a hat and mittens You smile, because she’s cute She smiles because she knows it And…

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