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We Do Love a Diner
Wherever we are, my mom and I love to go to diners for breakfast. We relish the low-key ambience, the speedy service, and not least, the...
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Taste, Smell, and Embrace it.
I clicked off the hairdryer. "Oh, shit. No! Where is it?" I came out of the hotel bathroom and saw Maggie frantically searching through...
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On the railway station bench
It’s better to meditate at sunrise, they say. Inhale two, three, four, exhale two, three, four. I close my eyes to look for my nothing...
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The Last Waltz
Ignoring my sense of foreboding, I concentrated on Charlie, my husband of less than a year as he emptied his apple picking bag into a...
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Red lipstick
“You should wear makeup, dearest, and find yourself a boyfriend.” Madame Constantinescu leaned and kissed me goodbye in front of the...
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Sunday Ham
The squeal pierces the quiet Sunday afternoon. Unmistakably swine. I lift my head, wipe my bottom lip with the back of my hand. The muted...
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At Nakashita’s Restroom
a young girl in a white vest bombed my shoulder and politely said “sorry madam.” For a second I wanted to slap her back. Instead I...
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Getting Out the Door
One Christmas, my husband gave me a gorgeous new pair of Women’s Power Streaker Winged Flyers RD 9560s. Six months later, with the grass...
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Blind Date
My psychology professors won’t admit it, but to truly understand people, try spending some time as a waitress. As a...
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Advantage
“All our affairs seem to be in order,” William told her that evening over coffee. “And profits should be high this year.” ...
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The Wake-Up Call
Wake up, Angela, wake up, a timid voice whispered into Laura’s ear. Heart fluttering under her skin, her t-shirt drenched in cold sweat,...
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The Secondhand Store
Sarah and Annabelle finished their ahi tuna salads, sipped their iced teas, and asked for the check. “Feel like browsing?” Annabelle...
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Little Girl Broken, Loved
Little girl, finding comfort in your big strong arms Loving, safe – you were my everything What happened that first night When you...
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The Hermit and the Hitchhiker
I was always my mother’s favorite. But she was never mine. Yet, when my father died at the young age of 72, everything had to change. I...
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Forever
We met I giggled You were serious I felt your heart even then Our souls said hello again Here we go A lifetime would pass 33 years to be...
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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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