Most of the time, we are real and honest and present, and now, for a little while every night, we are on a beach somewhere, eating watermelon and peanut butter sandwiches.
Monday, April 6, 2020
Beach Stories
Most of the time, we are real and honest and present, and now, for a little while every night, we are on a beach somewhere, eating watermelon and peanut butter sandwiches.
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41 years old today
When I close my eyes, the years lie around me like a windblown box of photographs - memories and images that are faded and drifting, blurs o...
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She pulls her index and middle fingers to her mouth and sticks her tongue between them. "What does this mean?" Mom asks, frighte... -
I am the introvert hostess hiding inside her bathroom. G uests arrive to my writings on the wall, to platters of awkward tension and to ... -
She held a box of crackers and a couple of other things in her hands, which I cannot remember now. And as her three items went beep, beep...
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