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Hot Tin Roof: How to Get Rid of Bruises: Seven Easy Tips

Hot Tin Roof

#1: Apply ice packs to the bruise.
We existed within an infinite number of universes, he and I. You do, too. In these other universes, there are other yous doing other things. In one, you stand and breathe; in another, you sit and blink. In another, you stand on your hands, and you blink twice as fast and three times as often. Maybe, maybe not. […]

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Hot Tin Roof: Wedding in Galena

Hot Tin Roof

We drive down blackjack road, thin and winding, hemmed by the woven trunks of trees and a sheer drop.
“It’s a beautiful town,” he says. “All these trees. The hills. The view.”
“I wonder if that’s why Nate and Matt picked it.”
No house lights. No streetlights. Only one working headlight on Fat Van.
(And it’s quiet. When was the last time we were anywhere quiet?) […]

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Hot Tin Roof: Gratitude

Hot Tin Roof

So I’m like eight, and my hair is slicked with Vitalis, and I’m riding in the back seat of our old Ford station wagon, surrounded by my brothers and my sister, my parents up front, my old man smoking Tareytons. He’s rolled the windows up tight to seal in the goodness like Tupperware, and we’re rolling down the Mass Pike to GG’s funeral. […]

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Hot Tin Roof: Mirrored Room

Hot Tin Roof

By Kathryn B. Jackson Your intuition might fail you. Your sniffing-dog sense for the perils of men — your extrasensory radar for the false love of fathers in particular, having known your own father’s false love — you could, at any instant, go noseblind, and get it wrong. There is always room for your human […]

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Hot Tin Roof: The Departed

Hot Tin Roof

By Akwi Nji My family is a family of women. Men were there; biology tells us they must have been. And they weren’t lazy. They were farmers and college professors, business owners. But, in the snapshots of my memory, they are all sitting on sofas while the women flutter through kitchens, sift through backpacks to […]

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Hot Tin Roof: Train Room

Hot Tin Roof

By Rachel Yoder What affable children these boys are. See how the clean one plays with the one who’s dirty. See how each of them is down on his knees — equals, they are — pushing the small wooden trains along the small wooden tracks. The room is silent save for their play, their horn-like […]

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