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Dream Children

I can taste them in my dreams–sweet and lush. My babies. So close I can feel their breath, smell their topsy-turvy, tantalyzing innocence. I’m there flesh-to-flesh, and I can’t get enough. The curly, sweat-tangled hair, the pouty, thirsty breath, the … Continue reading

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Shampoo Night

The baby shampoo flows like honey onto his water-darkened hair as he stands plumply naked and gleaming in the tub. I massage it into his perfectly shaped little noggin, working up a good lather. We have a ritual that he … Continue reading

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Daffodils

“You’re like daffodils!” he said at the end of his text. “And you’re like periwinkles!” I shot back. Not sure exactly what I was comparing him to, he googled. “Periwinkle blue is the color for esophageal and stomach cancer awareness … Continue reading

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Into the Monster’s Mouth

Category Five. A huge brute with a name like a dainty ballerina. Katrina. Satellites show her massive white bulk filling the Gulf— beautiful, deadly– howling north by northwest. The Nation watches, holding its breath. Where will she point her evil-eye? … Continue reading

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Confessions of a Love Junkie

I love early morning walks in cool, fresh air. I love the wild sound of a pounding surf. I love the cry of hawks in Autumn, and the lonely sound of a train whistle in the distance. I love wind; … Continue reading

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Mrs. Boyette’s

The yard looked so starkly clean I thought, as I passed the house on my walk. I hardly ever walked down this street but had wandered from my usual route this morning, just following my nose. Twenty-eight years ago the … Continue reading

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The Curmudgeon and the Bluebird

I have this friend. Big, burly guy. Ex-navy. Ex-drinker. He’s got his gruff down pat; calls himself a curmudgeon, only half-joking. He rails against the ills of the world, greedy politicians, slackers, people who won’t do the right thing. A … Continue reading

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The Nest

I had a breast biopsy last week. I go through this a lot because my mammos turn up lots of little thingies in my breasts that always need to be checked out. They’ve always been benign, so I figured this … Continue reading

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The Test of Time

I’ve had a chiming wall clock for about 40 years. It’s made of mellow dark wood with a smooth black face and gold Roman numerals. Below its round face, a brass pendulum swings back and forth inside of a wood-encased, … Continue reading

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Empathy

You cry. I cannot feel your pain. I can only feel my own. But my pain recognizes yours. And in that recognition a bond is formed.

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