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She tweets on Twitter, pins on Pinterest, reposts on Tumblr, reviews on Goodreads, yowls on Yelp, and updates on Facebook. In her non-writing life, she teaches yoga occasionally and line dances on other occasions. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eNaming The Wife Of Sisyphus\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eCathy—it’s a sweet name,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eone who loves her husband\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003ebut since she’s got a bit\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eof resistance in her, maybe\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eit’s Kathy, with a K,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eor Kat since she’s got some\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003esass, too, or Katerina,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003ea strong, sexy name,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003ebut that would make her too skinny.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eNo one has ever seen a fat Katerina;\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eFat Katerinas simply do not exist.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShe needs to have some weight\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eso she can throw it around\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003ewhen she stands her ground.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eGeorgina—slender with a slight belly,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003ea woman who can bellow at the Gods,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003ebut that’s not old enough;\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eit needs to be antiquated,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003elike Antigone, but not as depressed,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003elike Aphrodite, but not as beautiful,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003elike Angelika, but less cinematic.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eFrannie, Francine, that must\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003ebe her name—no, Francesca,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003ea woman with looks, older but not \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003etoo old a soul, one strong enough\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eto love a man whose heart attacks him\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eand then kills him\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003ethough he refuses to die.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003ePerhaps that’s too pretty still;\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eeven a slightly average woman\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003ewould move on.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eLaura, Maria, Betsy, Daphne,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003ePortia, Sally, Vesta, Wanda,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eYolanda, Zelda, Helen—\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003enothing quite fits.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThey are all slightly off.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eNothing safely and soundly\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eencompasses all that is the woman\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003ewho stands by her man\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003ein the face of his false immortality\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eand the consequences of his\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eundeadly denial.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e","brand":"dulcetshop","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":1066175172,"sku":"","price":7.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0719\/1219\/products\/forthegirls.jpg?v=1419020047"},{"product_id":"eaten-by-butterflies-rachel-fogarty","title":"Eaten by Butterflies \/ Rachel Fogarty","description":"\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ctable width=\"753\" border=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\"\u003e\n\u003ctbody\u003e\n\u003ctr\u003e\n\u003ctd colspan=\"3\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003edancing girl press, 2014\u003cbr\u003e$7.00\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/td\u003e\n\u003c\/tr\u003e\n\u003c\/tbody\u003e\n\u003c\/table\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eRachel Fogarty has been financially supported by the Hampton Arts Management Micro-Grant and was the 2010 recipient of the merit Thomas E. 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