Trump Wins. But Now What?

“Trump Wins” That was emblazoned in a pretty chalk pattern on the back of my front door when I awoke this morning. I stood, staring, then decided my husband was playing a joke. It had to be a joke. Right? I opened newspaper websites to find out. We, as a nation, didn’t really do that to…

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Autumn Light

There is certain quality of autumn light that arrests me, makes me stop  and just experience the moment. It’s that time before the deep blue of the gloaming sets in, when the white slashes of house trim and slender birches fairly glow. When the clouds are pink candy floss on the mackerel-belly sky and everything else…

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Hey Kool Thing, Sit Down Beside Me

I am a cultural nonentity; my own voice doesn’t reach very far. But it does reach my son’s ears. I do my very best to impress upon his eight-year-old mind that he must treat girls, and later women, first as people. To not look at a girl and assume that she is weaker, slower, less intelligent, or in any way less capable than he is.

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Elvis Has Left the Building

Last night was the annual barbecue at my mother’s nursing home. Though we visit regularly, I make it a point to go to these, because the alternative is the thought of my mother sitting alone and unattended in a sea of cohorts who laugh, and smile, and remember with their own families. So each August we…

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That’s Not a Dead Body, It’s My Book

I just came back from the dinky little Independence Day festivities in my tiny little town, and as I gimped my way back to the car, we passed a little stone structure tucked into the edge of the woods, right behind the Porta-Potty. I’ve passed it a million times before without noticing it. “That would…

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Oh, I’ve Been Nuts, But How Are You?

It’s about time I dusted this thing off. I’ve wanted to start writing again for months, because it’s my therapy, but thinking about it caused an up-swell of the anxiety that choked off the words to begin with. I need to write to be less anxious, but thinking about writing gives me anxiety. Which I could…

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