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He Laughed
My father was a difficult man. A talented violinist, a natural leader, he was unfulfilled in music and little appreciated in his...
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Good-bye Stress
Me: Dear Stress, thank you for being such a big part of my life for most of my life. You have helped me to know in my body what feels...
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Out of my Scar
I have a massive scar on my right arm on the outside of my elbow. That scar means more to me than any tattoo I could ever get. It was a...
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Eight Belles
Bottles of the finest Scotch lined the oak-paneled wood walls where Dad and I sat at the bar in a bay side restaurant looking at the...
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A Sewing Circle
The moving man, stout as the load on his dolly, steered a dark wood cabinet into my mother’s apartment. He scanned the small studio,...
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Between
But who wouldn’t want to look that good in mismatched bra and panties? She’s not looking in the mirror she holds. Lying on loose sheets,...
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Souvenir
Nikki ignored the itchy spot just above her stubby ponytail and hauled the box of souvenirs into her third-grade classroom. She liked to...
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Pansies
Bone-chilling winds, throngs of rabid Green Bay Packer fans, and I rushed into Dallas on a frigid Friday night in January. The freezing...
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Prayer
Like God, Girlhood is a kind of middle distance— the fit and flare moment a girl decides the noir of crying in public isn’t worth ruining...
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Clean
The seam of my Snoopy PJs brushed between my thighs and I flushed awake. My sister snoring in the bunk above. Short fingers stirred...
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Second Childhood
I thought being a parent would age me, but the opposite happened. Through my own children, I'm reeducated about the intrinsic value of...
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Pillow Candy
Rose is transfixed by the singer. He’s pale-faced, with glistening piercings and spiky hair, and rocks a goth vibe that’s a throwback to...
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My Voice
There is no blood pouring from this cut that is my voice, it is frozen in the cold wind of the mind. And against the chatter of empty...
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ICE, ICE, Baby (A Bragging Poem)
Fallen down the rabbit-hole of our powers, or persecuted by diabolical forces—as we age into wisdom and courage, becoming crafty crones,...
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Dear Grandchildren of Our Grandchildren
We were capable of joy if we could still walk in the greenif the lake was clean enough for swimming. We planted pollinators, and gave...
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