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My temper lies dormant. I’m like a fighter who knows his fists are lethal weapons, so it’s best to keep them hidden. In my case, my tongue will get me into trouble if I’m not careful. In AA they warn … Continue reading
Rushing to the ATM, I hold the door for a woman coming out who stops to stare at me. I smile. “What’s the matter?” “I can’t believe you hold the door for me?” She’s a little Latino woman, probably working … Continue reading
Late, en route to a job, my sugar suddenly drops causing me to feel faint. Stupidly skipping breakfast in my frenzy to leave realize, if I don’t eat something fast I’ll be in big trouble. I have no cash, no … Continue reading
My friend Mimi died, passed away peacefully in her sleep. Though well into her 80s, it’s not a comfort when someone says, she lived a good life. Maybe so, but my sadness still surrounds me like a scrim I can’t quite see … Continue reading
I seem to be giving the term cranky all new meaning, blaming it on the weather, but it dawned on me, I’m kinda like this all year round. All writers are moody, I’m told. I try finding comfort in this, … Continue reading
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