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Seventy Years Later
Packing my parents’ closet at my childhood home felt like an archaeological fashion dig. Decades of dusty dresses from the ’50s hung neatly—sharp creases still visible from the wire hangers. Each dress, meticulously crafted by my mom’s nimble, younger fingers,… Continue reading
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Bungled Birthday 2024
In mid March, the familiar dull ache in my lower jaw turned into a throbbing pea-size nodule, I knew I needed a dentervention. The dental x-ray technician took one image, then another and let out a low whisper, “Ohhh nooo—Wait!… Continue reading
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A. HAM
July 2018: I WON THE LOTTERY! We made a pact, my cousin and I — daily, to enter the lottery for Hamilton tickets, and if we won, we would go together…I WON! There was no guarantee on the location of… Continue reading
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The Eyes Have It
Everytime we opened a drawer or door, there was another surprise. We five siblings were sorting and purging at my parents’ place and had made the rule ask before we threw it away. It wasn’t long until my brother, Doug,… Continue reading
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So Much Stuffing
It was an unexpected moment when someone said something that struck me so deeply I was instantly numb and nauseous–capable of talking in only short static sentences. Later, I cried for hours–the incident was reminiscent of one from decades prior.… Continue reading
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Perfect Fit–Don’t Forget
There’s a void within the heart of a single woman that comes from having never received jewelry from someone who deeply cares…loves. In the mid 90s I tried to fill that place after I finished my Masters in Special Education… Continue reading
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Sister Sniffer
Due to the Christmas Eve Concussion of ’12 , I deal with Dysosmia*. Ironically, due to my profession (or the concussion), I keep thinking it’s dysnomia: the difficulty in recalling words from memory needed for expressive language. That first Christmas, I had… Continue reading
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Traditions
Last year I had only a six hour summer break just hours before tumbling into my first day of school. I thought taking three graduate classes was a ‘healthy distraction’ after my mother’s death–and it was a distraction. I completely… Continue reading
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When Life is Less Than
I’ve always played with my food, often creating edible zen gardens with dinner supper the evening meal. It annoyed my father who was a hard-working blue color worker; it frustrated my mother who was a peace-keeping stay-at-home-mom; it amused my… Continue reading
