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hey, i know! let’s build a fort!

hey, i know! let’s build a fort!

  I place the 14th item on the express checkstand conveyor and wait for the queue to move before pushing my cart any farther. My iPhone chirps, making me flinch and my skin go cold, but it’s just Stacie with a new time for yoga tomorrow, so I text back “7:30, see you then.” The…

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turn turn turn

turn turn turn

    Waiting for someone you love to die, I told a writer friend last week, is one of the circles of Hell. He said, “You should write about your view from the spiral because you will never be exactly there again.”     It is a monstrous eyewall, the inside of a spinning, screaming…

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riding with lady luck

riding with lady luck

    The path of each life is like a rope, a thick braid that fate or luck weaves into the cosmic macrame, curling around someone else’s rope to form a knot, then angling away, eventually bumping into another strand or two or three or six, gliding along next to them for a while, knotting…

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the gravity of water and mistakes

the gravity of water and mistakes

  Our mother had terrible hair and not enough of it. A bad combination of fine, thin, soft and straight, she and her hairdresser bleached and rolled, ratted and pulled it into a poufy platinum ball every Friday, spraying enough lacquer on it to varnish a fair-sized coffee table. The style was Phyllis McGuire with…

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a hole the size of jupiter

a hole the size of jupiter

  Imagine a balance scale with the same number of thick brass plugs on each pan. If you remove a weight from the left pan, it will rise. If you add that weight to the right pan, the left pan will rise twice as much. Assume the left pan weighs Craig’s suffering and the right…

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In The Dark

In The Dark

Our house is in an oasis of Dark Sky on a low ridge west of Black Mountain.  Here, without fences, our neighbors’ gardens slip into the canyons that follow our street downhill to its dead end in a stand of sycamores, their thirsty roots clutching the clay and rock scrabble in the arroyo.  There are…

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