Paris, 1980s One of my most vivid memories is the arrival of my dog in my life. I was 3 years old. That day, I was wandering around the house, likely occupied with things that weren’t worth remembering. I only recall finding myself in our small entryway, which was actually a back door for me,[…]
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Paris, 1980s. My first memories go back to my first steps, and even a little before that. I have three very specific flashes. The narrow, unsettling tunnel my face traveled through when my mother changed my top. I was lying on the changing table, which was wedged against the large mirrored wardrobe. It made me[…]