I bought my mother a vibrator. It’s not what you think. I was 25, so fresh out of college I still had that new B.F.A smell clinging to my clothes. I had recently been dumped by the love-of-my-life-du-jour, a hippie who left me for a woman already four months pregnant with some other redneck’s kid. Classy. I had moved to Seattle to intern with the Seattle Repertory Theatre and found a whole new world of women — intellectual women, activist […]

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