I subscribed to Harpers magazine. I thought I would carry on some of the traditions of my former, married life. By traditions I guess I mean "things we used to do" or something like that. We used to subscribe to magazines. I used to read a lot more...

The subscriptions were all in his name. I thought it would be nice to have my own. 8-12 weeks is a long time to wait.

When the first issue came my dad left it for me on the kitchen counter, right between the coffee maker and the compost. Hours later mysterious stains appeared on the cover. My sister dripped tea all over it. This felt like an assault of sorts... or maybe just a disappointment. I felt sad that my Harpers was all defiled like that. I tried and failed to rip the address sticker off to cover the stains.

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