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And Your Little Dog, Too, by David Sedaris

“He just bit me!” I said. The woman stood upright and pushed her hair away from her face. She was pretty except for her mouth, which was thin-lipped and hard-looking. “Huh?” “Your dog just…

What I Wanted, What I Got

The popular girl at my elementary school—let’s call her Denise—was not blond like Barbie but pretty in a conventional manner I envied. She had brown hair, skin that tanned easily, and a…

Finding a Family of Boys

In 1981, I was a student of art history at Columbia University. I was twenty-one and worked to support myself at a variety of jobs. Columbia was an all-boys school then. Old oak desks and…

Your Hip Surgery, My Headache, by David Sedaris

It was nice to get away, if only for a few hours. To have someone bring me bowls of nuts and glasses of water. At the table, I mentioned the lady who’d growled at me at CVS. Then Mike told…

Returning to the Scene of My Brutal Rape

A woman is running. In the path, a man appears as if from nowhere. He is masked and he holds a knife. What are her choices? On one side is the canal and on the other a high, impassable…