Issue 12  •  Spring 2013

Arts & Letters


A Visit to the Pharmacy

Written by Jeannette Angell
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My mother and I couldn’t have had less in common.Oddly enough, we had the same tableau with which to work: brown eyes, red hair, deep dimples, turned-up noses; good, thoughtful minds. But there the similarities ended. She was elegant and concerned with what people thought about her; I dressed to please myself and listened only to my inner voices. She was a conservative Republican and intensely homophobic; my political views tend toward socialism and I spend part of every year in Provincetown. For my mom, marriage was the only suitable goal for a woman; I slipped in and out of relationships like seasonal clothing and decided early to have not one but several careers.

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