My Year with Crumbs and Moonlight
Jun 18, 2025

For a year I was obsessed with Hansel and Gretel. I tracked down the children’s book versions, I read the translated ‘original’ Grimm version and did a fairly deep dive on the internet. What I didn’t do was read Bruno…

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It Is Who We Are
Jun 18, 2025

We are nothing without our stories. And our old stories are as vital to our identity - if not more so - than any story we come up with in the present moment. I've kept journals - handwritten ,typed and…

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Old habits die hard
Jun 18, 2025

"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 for hours. The sun had gone down long ago, and she hadn't eaten a meal…

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Bus
Jun 17, 2025

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 to the heat. I've never liked the heat, and anything over 72°F is bad news.…

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The Soothing
Jun 17, 2025

Where skin could lie on skin: the secret love affair . Honored through time and poetry. As long as the human animal has been in existence, no matter what form it took, from its earliest, most primitive cell structure to…

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Out of Touch
Jun 17, 2025

I saw something sweet today on my morning walk down by the estuary. Two middle-aged women, dressed similarly, wearing sun hats, were walking the lovely path at a good pace, chattering to one another in Chinese. What I found so…

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Quilters
Jun 17, 2025

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 it by being cast in the Pittsburgh Public Theatre production , when director Barbara Damashek…

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Stolen Secrets
Jun 16, 2025

They met down at the bottom of the industrial levels, where Peony could see the molton steel poured into form, and thousands of robotic arm shapped and them into rods and panels, which were assembled into frames and fenders and…

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In a day
Jun 16, 2025

It was just an ordinary walk, one I take when I don't have time for something more adventurous. The white pelicans are back for summer – their white bulbous bodies accented by long orange beaks and black eyes. It's unusual…

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A Terrible Thing to Tell
Jun 16, 2025

“Can you keep a secret?” he asked. “Probably, not.” she answered. Not because she couldn’t, she could but she didn’t want to. “Oh, I think you can.” He said. “I don’t want to.” She said. “Why?” he said. “Why assume…

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The Departed
Jun 16, 2025

On one of the hottest days of summer so far, the room Albie entered was muggy and fetid, with a mixture of the faint smell of cut oranges left exposed too long to the tempered elements on counter near the…

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Where Secrets Live
Jun 16, 2025

It's a grand party, up on the penthouse floor, and the walls are shaking from all the feet pounding and music playing and the voices ringing out into the confines of the curtained-off room. Beds everywhere. The secret of

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