All Posts By Victoria Addesso

Days Like This

Okay, picture this. It was years ago. I’m eighteen, skinny, it’s June, early on a Saturday morning, and it’s raining buckets. I’m...

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After the Election, I Have Been Falling Apart

It has become difficult to walk since I started falling apart. I take a few steps and feel a patch of skin sliding down my calf under my...

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The Widow

Every early morning she leashes her old dog, walks down to and through the forest to the lake. She looks younger than her fifty-six years,...

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