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The story of one’s life is filled with controversy and confusion! So much controversy and such a hell of a lot confusion created the very…
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Guilt came coming To see if he could woo “Begone,” Shame said I’ve had enough of you. Guilt slithered over to see if Hate would…
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Her father's death scarred Agatha. Those years that her and her mother were alone devastated her. Her mother, trying to run the shipping business by…
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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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Most of the offers for the ’72-’73 Guthrie season had already been made, but I’d not received mine yet, I was confident, however, that I’d…
I was already a grown up woman when somebody explained to me why certain wealthy Wasp-y families are generally good looking. (By the way, I…
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That night Agatha had a dream. Typically, sleep for Agatha was a fall into the fog, shadowy figures, mumbled sentences, confusion. This night was different:…
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Bob Clark stepped out of the clothing store on Rose Street in Edinburgh. He was wearing a flowered shirt with very large wide collars. He…
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I was already a grown up woman when somebody explained to me why certain wealthy Wasp-y families are generally good looking. (By the way, I…
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Most of the offers for the ’72-’73 Guthrie season had already been made, but I’d not received mine yet, I was confident, however, that I’d…
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Agatha snuggled up to Mutti. They were alone, in the kitchen of the White House. Frau Kuchin had a holiday. “The Boys” had gone adventuring…
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My husband is a snake. Most people think that’s metaphoric, to which I say: "ha ha". He is a snake, he’s a fully grown corn…
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One time, 1982 I believe, spurred on by my love of money and the vegetable itself, i accepted an audition for a McDonald’s commercial TO…
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I do something for myself every single morning of my life. I take a poem outside and read it aloud, as soon as I can.…
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This morning, At around 5:30 AM, Between sipping my first cup of warmed-over coffee, And worrying about about having every disease known to man ,…
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The empty streets sighed in relief. Silently, the snow fell. Fluffs of cotton huddled on the front porch. Agatha closed the shutters against the wind…
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Individual memory is a fickle thing. It’s not at all the photographic document we try to use it as. That is why eye witnesses to…
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The floor was cold. Agatha was in the the shared bathroom in a thin white slip. She looked into the mirror and contemplated the pain…
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