Allison Terese

 
 

Wedding Town

by Allison Gruber My mother first saw my namesake in the OBGYN waiting room—a model in a bicentennial bikini smiling from the wrinkled, worn pages of a magazine. “She was pretty,” my mother told me. “Her name was Allison.” That was the entirety of the name origin story. Nothing terribly meaningful or symbolic—a pretty model had my name before I did. By the time I learned this I was deep in my gawky adolescence, already realizing that “pretty” wasn’t necessarily something a girl was but rather something she did. Bewildered,Read More


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