Stories & Poems & Thoughts (Oh My)

I was in the car, pondering my life and I thought, ‘It’s Labor Day weekend, the end of summer.’ A little sprinkle of joy made me wiggle my feet. The ...
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The world is a hot mess, more than usual. To misquote GOT’s Martin, ‘Winter is coming.’ The crazies are out in hordes tearing down the wall of our hard-won freedoms ...
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It has started again. My mother warned me. She knew how little it took to ignite hatred. An Austrian politician wants Jews to register to buy kosher meat. Jews to ...
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As a Brit, most years I have mixed feelings about the 4thof July. But this holiday, I want to take a stand for patriotism. I want each person on this ...
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He read Mark Strand poems into my phone. Masculine firmness mouthing each word. Susurrus of certain phrases. Listening, couplets tangled my hair. Stanzas vibrated my limbs. Entire poems enfolded my body. A ...
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So, there I was, standing in the bright Alabama sunshine, sweating enough with heat and nerves to have my tee shirt cling to my chest, clutching the two prescriptions in ...
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It’s difficult to imagine, considering the amount I curse my computer, but I was an early adopter – an early adopter, never of computers but of contraception in 1980. Yes, ...
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It’s the new year, and off I went to see my sister in Chicago. I thought things were off to an auspicious start. I was PRE-TSA checked. But still, they ...
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I’ve sat on this for two weeks, but I’m ready to wade into the fray. With the permission of a friend, who feels it is now safe to share her ...
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My forty-year-old Swingline stapler is jammed. I’ve stabbed myself in the thumb with a pair of tweezers, a pen, and now a knife trying to get it working again. I ...
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