part was that it was true. It could, in fact, always be worse. Pestilence. Famine.
There were so many people who got divorced. Many of them had no idea
that their marriages were even in trouble until it was all over, just like me. I
wasn’t the only one, the only fool. I couldn’t be. Just like I couldn’t possibly be
the only one with the great misfortune to come home unexpectedly and find her
spouse in bed with someone else.
Megan Crane is a New Jersey native who had great plans to star on Broadway, preferably in Evita, just like Patti LuPone. Sadly, her inability to wow audiences with her singing voice required a back up plan. Accordingly, she graduated from Vassar College and got her MA and PhD in literature from the University of York in England. She wrote her doctoral dissertation on AIDS literature, mostly so she could wallow in her obsession with the remarkable multi-media artist David Wojnarowicz and her idol, the bitter and hilarious David Feinberg. After many years in the rain and subject to the whim of seasons, she followed the sun to Los Angeles, where she lives with a dog, a cat, two crazy kittens, and an artist named Jeff. She is still plotting her Broadway debut.
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