Michele HeffronParis is elegant. Bend is pretzels and inner tubes. I found the same thing in both and almost missed it in one because I had already decided where that kind of joy was allowed to live.
Michele HeffronA house fire on our street. A neighborhood that knew exactly what caused it. A Fire Marshal's report that said otherwise. On the stories we fill gaps with and the conclusions worth checking.
Michele HeffronIn a hotel ballroom in New York, a stranger looked into my eyes and saw what I hadn't let myself look at yet. On what happens when you finally stop holding it together alone.
Michele HeffronFather's Day, 1982. Doreen panicked over a news story the night before I flew to Seoul. On the stories we carry as fact long after we should have left them on the ground.