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An Insane Devotion Mutti and Herr Finkham stooped low in the back room of Herr Finkham’s shop. The roar of broken glass was deafening. Shouts…
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It was sophomore year, Spring semester breaking as the frozen Winter campus melted into meadows of crocuses, colored deep blue and gold, the University’s colors.…
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When I was a young girl, hard-wired tight and oh so sensitive, I forced myself to look impenetrable, on the outside. So attuned to the…
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When it comes down to it, she hasn't kept anything. Not the china or the silverware, not the enormous flat-screen television she never wanted in…
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To be honest, I'd never even heard of the term "social isolation" until this whole virus took hold of all of our lives and everything…
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She remembered hearing about “lies of omission.” What a funny phrase, a phrase no doubt left over from the early life of going to catechism…
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One time we were all invited to see this very avant-garde video artist who was presenting his work for one night only at Cal Tech…
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At my age, going through decades and decades of personal journals I've scribbled in, collected and arranged chronologically on a book case i had specially…
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“My fear is simple. It’s my hair.” “Your hair?” Mary put down her coffee mug to concentrate. She leaned across the little table, squinting. “You…
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If ever there was material for a solid country-western hit, today’s prompt is that material! It practically sings itself, backed by a strong rhythmic structure…
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One time, in the seventies, my sister dropped two quaaludes before boarding a red eye flight from SFO to Toronto. In those days there were…
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Jana puts down a teapot in the center of her perfectly round table. I move my chair closer and sit up straighter. Jana has a…
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In the Fall of 1969, the first edition of the Whole Earth Catalog came out. It’s a fantastic thing and it deserves to be written…
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My brilliance has turned into folly. I brilliantly supposed that my sons and daughter would be interested to read what I wrote, so I emailed…
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How very very odd that, in the middle of the disgraceful bollux that Trump has gotten us into with Iran, with debts, with our becoming…
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The body is perhaps the most brilliant thing about being mortal. Composed as it is of infinitely complex systems, veins, muscles, joints, bloodstreams, nerves, corpuscles,…
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Oy. what is this hiss? this brew? this haha of whispers. shadows. ease. i feel such slick in this world. the ooze of slickness. can…
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