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Sometimes at exactly 3, I sit straight up in bed as if someone called my name. I sense something, a presence that I realize is just me calling out to myself. My mind at once opens one of two drawers. … Continue reading
I’ve always loved Easter Sunday ever since I was a kid. Was it the chocolate, my new patent leather Mary Janes, or the ceasefires my parents called actually speaking to one another. I can still see the lilac peeking from … Continue reading
It was around supper time on Valentine’s Day, when I opened my door to a folded heart stuck in one of my sneakers. I always take them off before coming in, serving as a handy mailbox. It was from the … Continue reading
To be even aware, to be grateful. For waking up every day feet firmly on the floor, regardless of how I feel. That I can still run in my 6th decade alongside nature, my truest companion. Reading as a major … Continue reading
I’m in the elevator with a woman in a fur coat I think lives on 12. She’s in her 80s, still snappily dressed, but occasionally stalls like a Chevy forgetting where she’s parked. I was told by her daughter, if … Continue reading
No, that’s not one of my famous typos, it’s how I’m approaching 2018, like a WAC, going to war. It’s interesting how army women are called WACS, short for Women’s Army Core. Wonder whose testosterone was overflowing when that … Continue reading
As a follow-up to my, Gun To Your Head Giving, piece, I want to share a thing or two. I love to give. As I’ve said many times, generosity is the great elixir to personal pain, taking you out of … Continue reading