How Mad Is Hope?
Apr 19, 2024

“I hope the weather’s good Saturday.” “I hope your team wins.” “I hope this fits.” “I hope the car starts.” “I hope I get a good grade on this test.” “I hope he knows the time.” “I hope I remembered…

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How Mad is Hope
Apr 19, 2024

On Saturday, I followed him up the slanted wooden stairs into the house he shares with his partner. She was at work. They work together, actually, manifesting a kind of intimacy I can’t fathom. I guard my personal space. His…

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What We’ve Told Each Other to Get Through the Day
Apr 19, 2024

Then the oven at his restaurant broke and the political bullshit at my job came to a head, leading to a third reorg in the space of two years. His crazy hours, my professional gyrations–we corresponded daily through the private…

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Apr 18, 2024

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Witchy
Apr 18, 2024

She threw the Tarot for herself, twice, just using the simple three-card setup: Past, Present and Future. She got the Devil both times, once in the present and once in the future. She didn't understand the Devil card. On days…

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Small
Apr 18, 2024

“We’re small,” the small woman said. “And flawed.” The last phrase she didn’t mean. She wanted me to contradict her. So I did. “Flawed? Hardly. You and he are both so talented.” She was a musician, a composer, so she…

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We’re all small and flawed
Apr 18, 2024

I usually read these prompts in the morning, before I head off to work, and let them percolate until I sit down at my desk at home after dinner to write for a while. But I just read this one,…

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My Place in the Universe
Apr 18, 2024

Last week I saw the total solar eclipse from a small town in Northeastern Vermont. We'd flown across the country to meet some friends and watch the event together. Standing in a field with 20 or so other people, I…

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A Deer In Headlights
Apr 18, 2024

We're small and flawed. It was so dark it didn't matter if my headlights were on. I could barely see anything in front of me. The roads are empty at 5:15 AM. This is one of the reasons I like…

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We are small and flawed
Apr 18, 2024

Porcelain is notoriously hard to work with. Unlike stoneware or earthenware clay that has sand in it that grips your hand and holds its shape porcelain is smooth, wet, and liable to collapse on your wheel. It is also sensuous…

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We’re small and flawed
Apr 18, 2024

Or maybe we're small and mighty. I hope it's the latter. We are just a little two-person independent filmmaking company and it's been a long time since we premiered anything new, but we're inching close to finishing a documentary and…

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I’ve stopped praising you
Apr 18, 2024

I have stopped and started this letter to you a dozen times. I really am not certain what to say or how to move forward. We have been friends a long time. Yet, your anger is something I don't deserve…

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