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by Carol Roper When I was sixteen, I was hired at a Catholic summer camp in East Hampton, New York, to be a drama counselor. I was not a practicing Catholic, having doubted some of its dogma since my Confirmation. My entire dramatic experience was based on my participation in the chorus of “Anything Goes,”…
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By Carol Roper ________________________________________ Pink sunrise bathed the mountains and valley outside the plate glass kitchen windows of Lucy Curtis and Greg Green’s custom-built hillside home on the North Pacific Coast of Mexico. Despite Greg’s misgivings about the country, life there had been problem-free with one exception. Lucy sat on a ladder-back chair in the…
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by Carol Roper The first time Dani’s husband told her he was leaving her she felt like she had stumbled into a bottomless crevice. She stood beside the bed where they had made love the night before, transferring the contents of a black purse to a red Steve Madden purse she recently found on sale…
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“You don’t love someone for their looks or their clothes, or their car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.” Oscar Wilde by Carol Roper Hunched over the steering wheel of his newer model Subaru parked under the sole functioning street lamp on a side street in Rosarito Beach, Ted Pruett pondered…
