by Susan Defreitas | Mar 25, 2020 | Fiction
In one memory, I’m at a house party in Ann Arbor, talking to a guy who’s telling me about this new band called Blues Traveler. You walk by, and I know right away it’s you, though I have no idea at that point who you are. You turn to me in the hallway, and I can tell...
by Susan Defreitas | Mar 5, 2020 | Fiction
Dear Mom and Dad, It’s been awhile since we’ve talked, so I wanted to drop a line to let you know that I am A-okay, though without phone or WiFi for the foreseeable—hence this good old-fashioned letter, written on good old-fashioned paper, made from good...
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