Blog Fanatic: Divorce
The only constants, from October of 1995 until the summer of 2002, were the specter of my parent’s divorce, and the game of Magic. The divorce would take me on a soul searching journey up and down the Eastern seaboard, across the seas, and into my heart and mind.
My junior year at Tulane University began in August of 1995. I’d moved into a single on the second floor of Monroe Hall, a building on campus…
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