this photo wasn’t planned: we’re just here for my son’s annual picture to be mailed with Christmas cards he’s three now wearing a rainbow patchwork shirt hugging Big Bird Jennie my bestfriend in blue-flowered top sitting in her electric wheelchair I’m in raggedy faded t-shirt never expecting “Hey, why don’t I take the three of […]
Diane O'Neill
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Chicago Spring, 1983
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