A strange aspect of our alternate cancer existence was that, even though Husband and I were together every day, sometimes it felt as if we were each in our own…
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The first grey light penetrated the darkness. I closed my eyes hoping sleep would return, but the sky was blanching quickly. Beside me, Susie murmured, rolled over. Through the half…
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Who are the designs for?” I asked Mom. I had found Mom in Garden’s little Monastery. As a surprise, Jay had shipped the Monastery in pieces to Mom from Romania,…
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The lights dimmed. The band washed onto the stage. Clapping was silenced before its crescendo by a vocalist with a gravelly, raw voice who sang of pain and work, reality…
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Fernando’s voice soared. He had spotted me over the corn. His hand stretched out theatrically, and as his note rose, his bushy black moustache quivered. Maria scowled to chide Fernando’s…
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I missed my friend Grace’s Memorial, For my stepmom’s 80th birthday celebration. To honor Grace that day, I hiked at dawn, to be with her, now ethereal, in the changing…
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“I am seeing in light,” Giovanni told me unexpectedly, like a confession. I looked at him, confused. “I always have, from when I am small.” The back of…
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“One day,” my father Jay said, his eyes taking on a faraway look, “I came across this elk.” I watched Jay’s eyes fill as if he could see the…
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I love bark deeply grooved, wizened. And twisting tree trunks That smell of cypress and pine.
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A high-pitched beep signaled, the sound of Susie’s pager. “That’s my photographer Bob. He says there’s action on the street. In fact, I can hear it,” she said, excitement growing in…
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In the woods, I sense my elves, Flitting and merry, phantoms in the mist.
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The hound rests in my office, Like a slowly shifting sleep sculpture. Making it hard, To get to work.
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Garden’s Colonnade ended at the Maze. When I was little, I was terrified of the Maze, terrified that I would be lost forever inside. To make me less frightened, Mom…
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From the rocks’ height, I could see a dusty trail on our drive-way, meaning cars were coming. It occurred to me that they would take John Jay. It occurred to…
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Sidewalk grass Lovely in the lithe light, Playing in the breeze.
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