What am I to myself?
Nov 21, 2025

As Andres lay in the hospital, Agatha left to see the cousins. They were so warm when they had arrived. Andres’ temper and fastidiousness had worn them down. Now, their smiles reflected only a fraction of the kindness they had…

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True Story
Nov 21, 2025

Fall, New York City, 1982 “Evie, we need to do something tonight you may not like, and I hope you’ll say it’s okay.” I thought maybe Paul wanted to try a new restaurant. Maybe go out with his theater office…

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Nov 20, 2025

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The Buddha Seat
Nov 20, 2025

There is a realization I’ve had the good fortune to come to as I’ve aged: I am my own source of peace, creativity and delight. This discovery blossomed for me about 14 years ago, when I had a brief brush…

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Where am I?
Nov 20, 2025

Zooming in on my blue dot, centered in the map heading true north. For me, a final direction. "Follow the blue line, see?" I used to instruct my ex, trying to drive us somewhere, not the best at navigation. "Do…

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waste more time
Nov 19, 2025

people died, and yet they sat and drank wine, and laughed, and waited until the reeper entered the doorway.

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I will waste more time
Nov 19, 2025

“Their bodies must be prepared,” was Sarah’s only thought. She left Herr Finkham’s shop and hurried to the Old Synagogue Bremerhaven to talk to the rabbi. The devastation grew worse the closer to the synagogue she traveled. It was not…

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Time is Mine to Waste
Nov 19, 2025

Time is the only thing that is truly ours.

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Life As I Wish it to be!
Nov 19, 2025

Time is all we have that is truly ours. Yes, we share the space of time with infinite others who seem to crowd us, jostle us, push us, shove us, force us into shapes we hate, , but the stuff…

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Eternally
Nov 19, 2025

"Time is ours to do with as we wish." This is what Alan read on a passing T-shirt one day, as he walked to get his morning brew from the Starbucks down the block, a Starbucks where he intended to…

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An insane devotion
Nov 18, 2025

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 of Juden filled the street. Smoke wafted into the shop. Mutti whispered, “Are they burning…

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One Man’s Trash
Nov 18, 2025

In one particular way, we are all insane, no matter age, race, creed, or economic status. We love to become devoted. We become insane in that passionate process. We need to….we crave it…..we create entire civilizations around our need to…

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