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How many times in what Buddhists call our “precious human existence” have we wondered if we ever should have been born at all? Life- any…
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A perfect loneliness When Agatha’s father died, the world stopped. She and Mutti were now alone. Her father had a big family, but they ignored…
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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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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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So, Broadway is such huge Big Business, ( though even the greatest "hit" will never see the profits of even the smallest international corporation), that…
Don’t say it to speak would let fall the perfect-ripe fruit so heavy its juices so desiring to explode into the world, whether by bird’s…
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During COVID shutdown, my husband and I binge watched a lot of television. My husband forced me to watch every single season of The Crown…
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Don’t say it to speak would let fall the perfect-ripe fruit so heavy its juices so desiring to explode into the world, whether by bird’s…
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So, Broadway is such huge Big Business, ( though even the greatest "hit" will never see the profits of even the smallest international corporation), that…
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I had just gotten to my bus stop after my class was released, and I could already feel the perspiration welling on my skin, succumbing…
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"Not again!" She thought to herself as she felt tears starting to form and her cheeks starting to blush. She'd been working in the lab…
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When I was younger, just one largely symbolic training bra into adolescence, I wanted to be a Saint. I wasn’t Catholic and I did acknowledge…
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In the mid-1980's, i had the wondrous adventure of being part of a show that went from...well...it had quite a journey: QUILTERS. I first encountered…
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How many times in what Buddhists call our “precious human existence” have we wondered if we ever should have been born at all? Life- any…
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A perfect loneliness When Agatha’s father died, the world stopped. She and Mutti were now alone. Her father had a big family, but they ignored…
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Sheila walked the dog early, while Keith was still home and the kids weren’t up yet. It was her favorite time of day. The college…
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Oh, it seems that with your death, “our” way has been lost, with you not here to walk it with me , but really it’s…
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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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