When I was maybe seven years old I rushed in to the living room after watching an episode of the Monkees and announced to my parents that I was in love. “I’m in love with Davy Jones.”
My father just laughed.
I was a little bit hurt because it was a serious thing for me at seven to find myself in love. My first love is gone. I’m shocked because I thought it would last forever.
RIP Davy Jones, Daydream Believer.
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Our societies oblige us with our marriages, funerals, and even graduation farewells, but deny us any formal recognition of the demise of a relationship, despite its strong emotional effect.
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I'm the author of the novel Angel and a dozen other books on topics ranging from Elvis Impersonation to the science behind annoying things. My most recent non-fiction title was "Broke is Beautiful."
The San Francisco Chronicle said, "Lee's dry, humorous tone makes her a charming companion… She has a penchant for wordplay that is irresistible."
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