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Claire Keane

if i look back, i am lost
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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Love Begins

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“Mary Wallace was the first woman bus driver with the Chicago Transit Authority in 1974. Her job applications were rejected for three years, but her persistence paid off. She was eventually hired under an affirmative action program. Wallace became one of the city’s most popular drivers over her thirty-three year career.”
Happy Black History Month!
cover image for The Gay Liberator, January 1972
My father is a small child in a man's body
I say a lot of things about my father. He's aggressive, dismissive, and self-centered. And yet I can't help but pity him. I see how his eyes look when he sits alone at the dinner table. This wasn't the life he envisioned for himself when he was a young man. He likes to say he doesn't need to prove himself to anyone but lies to his coworkers for validation. He puffs his chest and criticizes himself in the mirror. He swears it's a habit he wants to break. I'd like to think that that's what he sees when he yells at me and my brother. His father taught him that real men don't cry. I guess what I mean to say is that he's still a small child trying to be a man. He's failed. And I could try to hug him, give him the comfort he's never felt, but he'd push me away. He's a scared boy who doesn't know what he's doing here.
Haight-Ashbury,1967. Photo by Ruth-Marion Baruch
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- on grieving our past selves
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Confessional // Sue Zhao
Cain, José Saramago (trans. Margaret Jull Costa)
Christina's World by Andrew Wyeth (1948) American Teenager by Ethel Cain @mothercain (2022)
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Cain, José Saramago (trans. Margaret Jull Costa)
you are not your parents and will not inevitably become like them. remember that. you are your own person. you will make your own choices.