PHOENIX — In the middle of the bustle of Serafina Coffee Roasters in Phoenix, between the register and the card reader sits a lone coffee cup. It's not filled with a latte, but its content is crafted.
Like many other women my age, I have lain out in anguish singing along to Mazzy Star and Fiona Apple. I’ve annotated “Prozac Nation” like it’s a diary, and I still have a photo of Joan Didion taped ...
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