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Have a Moment
We were crowded in the elementary school gym on a 90-degree day with no A/C. We were told there would be babysitting; there wasn’t really. Our almost-kindergartners were whisked away…I was left behind...
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Stolen Hours
Today, it’s raining. The lone desk lamp throws warm light on the yellow wall. A half-eaten bowl of Rice Chex sits to my right. I can hear the faint sound of clothes turning in the dryer downstairs, the...
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the wandering that leads us home
Before any trip, break, vacation, I feel uneasy and unsettled. On edge. I am, after all, a lover of the ordinary day. A creature of habit. A homebody steeped in ritual and routine. Now I’m sitting in...
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Beginning with Words
Happy New Year. I love New Year’s, as I love early mornings. For its promise and possibility. For its quiet reflection. For its gift of a blank slate. But I also love it for being a secular holiday we...
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Quiet
…the quiet of stealing hours from the night …of the early morning hours, when you wake, before sun, before sound …pierced only by the click-clack of keys that, for now, are typing the most dreadful...
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