For the past eight years, at the first sign of frost, my mother has packed up her things, coolly kissed me goodbye, and boarded a plane to a lesbian retirement commune in Florida. At the lesbian retirement commune, the houses are painted soothing coral, ocean blue, sunny yellow, and have mermaids and parrots dangling from the eaves. The women, who all resemble Roger Ebert on a tropical vacation, drive around in golf carts and wave to each other with a […]

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