Deborah Madison

She married me. Again.

  This time, it was my mother’s idea. Mostly. “It’s extremely important,” she said, “that you get married in New York.” “But we’re already married in Connecticut–” I answered. “But that’s not New York. Only New York is New York,” she said. My mother possesses a slightly dippy sense of logic, but I understood what […]

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Heal Me, Comfort Me

One morning in 1994, I became faint and woozy upon walking into my office. It happened sometimes, but that morning it was worse than usual, just as I was coming through the revolving doors on East 53rd Street. In truth, I suffered from an appalling crush on my boss, so I wrote it off to […]

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