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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
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