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Glen Hirshberg’s stories are haunting, absolutely, but not only because of the content.

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If everything kept to its normal progression, we would live with the sadness-cry and then walk-but what really breaks us cleanest are the losses that happen out of order.
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It’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
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My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.
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That’s the thing with handmade items. They still have the person’s mark on them, and when you hold them, you feel less alone.
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Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn’t love me – I felt the wash of her love every day.
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That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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Sometimes, she said, mostly to herself, I feel I do not know my children…
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Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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I peeled the skin off a grape in slippery little triangles, and I understood then that I would be undressing every item of food I could because my clothes would be staying on.
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I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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The writing I tend to think of as ‘good’ is good because it’s mysterious.
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When the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us.
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It seems the best work I do is when I am really allowing the unconscious to rule the page and then later I can go back and hack around and make sense of things.
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The most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.
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I give boring people something to discuss over corn.
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I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.
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