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Moving On


…practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster. I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three beloved houses went. The art…

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You look up, it’s 3:57 am. You know that you shouldn’t get up. If you do, there’s no hope for you. You think, maybe if my left hand were straight along my side and not under my head…maybe if I…

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Scattered Thoughts


This morning, my boss brought in a profusion of red, pink and white roses from her garden. The roses sit on the sill, on my desk, intermingled with other plants; some are still in the process of birthing other roses on…

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Old and New and Newer Older V


Though I have some work to do, I’ve spent this rainy morning looking through the documents in my “fun” folder. The “fun” folder that’s saved on my desktop includes amusing email correspondences, wacky photos of friends, forwarded jokes, and events…

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Ian is the third brother that I never knew that I wanted, but I’m lucky to have. He’s my eldest brother’s best friend from university days, and for longer than I can remember, he’s been a part of the family….

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Perceptions: Martha


She’s skint and lives in a box. A cardboard box that she took from the dumpster behind UPS. No, she lives in a large place. She screams often. She  has a very loud voice. She has no voice, and had to…

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life, People

There’s a place between Namibia and New York called Monotonyville. It’s not a charming little town; there’re no “hot spots” that one must check out. In Monotonyville, there are no quaint inns, no interesting residents, and no entertainment of any sort….