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Paul Vlachos's avatar

I love this piece. So glad it's seeing the light of day. Thanks, T.

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Luciano Conte's avatar

I found your essay devastating in the steadiness of its voice. What it withholds carries more weight than what it states. No melodrama, no accusation, just a measured account. The sink functions as both anchor and trap, a place of refuge that's also evidence of erasure. Cleanliness and order, yes, but at what cost? Perhaps a decade spent learning to disappear.

Thank you, Tonya, for the read. Best wishes.

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Tonya Morton's avatar

Thank you so much, Luciano. It's something I admire in your work as well. That kind of restraint is a difficult exercise; it takes real intent to avoid tipping into total opacity, or else falling back into emotionalism.

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Ellen Fagan's avatar

Christ, Tonya...I am no longer surprised at the glorious quality of your writing, but it rocks me every single time. So evocative - you put me right there next to you at your sink sanctuary. Your eastern redbud tree put me instantly in mind of the Tree of Life in my beloved A TREE GROWS IN BROOKLYN. You make the most of every situation you find yourself in & that is life-affirming beyond words. That Jane Jacobs quote is everything. Thank you for this. ✌🏼❤️

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Tonya Morton's avatar

Your responses are always so thoughtful and so kind, Ellen. Can't thank you enough.

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