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The First Time (from the archives)


The clock reads 12:03. He’ll be home for lunch soon. She marks the page in her book and unfolds herself from the hideous couch, with its big blue flowers. She opens the shades of the single window, letting a faint … Continue reading

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I Like To Know What Makes Things Go


A few years ago, I gave my father a fat stack of stories that I’d written about our family, hoping to connect with him by sharing a bit of myself. What I didn’t know for years after was the stories … Continue reading

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An Ode To JadedJu


Today, I had the pleasure of lunching with my friend Jill (aka JadedJu). We met over the internet through bloggy friends a decade ago and then in person, a few months later. When I returned from our first lunchdate, on … Continue reading

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Homesick; Shades of Santa Cruz


The Street Preacher takes to the corner of Pacific and Cooper in Downtown Santa Cruz shortly before noon on most days. I suspect he’s chosen this spot, because the acoustics on the single short block of Cooper Street are amazing. … Continue reading

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Ways to Die


This morning, for the second time in five days, I found myself thinking, “this is a pathetic way to die”. The first instance, I will tell you about later. Tomorrow maybe. The second, I’ll tell you now, and just so … Continue reading

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