PinnedRae WarrenA Year of Being Forty: My husband is 32We’re walking the dogs along 34th Avenue. The road has been closed to regular traffic since COVID and the dogs are taking full advantage of…Aug 27, 20232Aug 27, 20232
Rae WarrenA Year of Being Forty: Korean BBQ and a final-final goodbyeWe wear our wedding rings. Mine to him, his to her.Jun 271Jun 271
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Rae WarrenA Year of Being Forty: The Man At My BedWhen I was twelve, a man entered our home one night, walked into my bedroom, and stood over my bed, smoking a cigarette.Aug 18, 20231Aug 18, 20231
Rae WarrenA Year of Being Forty: The CurseThe curse struck me down in my late-30s. The curse—the unthinkable curse.Aug 13, 20231Aug 13, 20231
Rae WarrenA Year of Being Forty: Firing My PsychiatristTwo weeks before I turned forty one — precisely two weeks, I remember these things — I fired my psychiatrist.Jul 11, 2023Jul 11, 2023
Rae WarrenThe RedsBleeding feet. Bleeding feet. Glass on my, glass on my, glass on my bleeding feet. My goddamn bleeding feet. My feet. My feet. My goddamn…Jun 30, 20171Jun 30, 20171