by Nancy Wolitzer

Ink on clayboard, 24″ x 18, 2012

I wanted to gather everyone together, all the people I had known or just seen even for a second. The woman flashing by through the window on the subway car, my best and weird friend Renèe, my second grade teacher, the boy who died at thirteen by playing chicken on the railroad tracks, the milkman, the bus driver who I stuck my tongue out at, the boy I kissed at camp.

All artwork and prose by Nancy Wolitzer in this issue is excerpted from Full Circle, part memoir, part art book.
Available for purchase here.

Also by Nancy Wolitzer:
Can It Happen? 

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