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It Goes On
Read more: It Goes OnWhen I was a child, my father had a darkroom in our basement. If I close my eyes, I can still smell the bitter chemicals and see the reddish light barely illuminating the room. I did not know exactly what he was doing in there, taking paper from one chemical into another and then hanging…
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Standards
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Read more: StandardsLast night Steve shared something with me that popped up on his news feed on facebook. Someone shared “Every woman deserves a man who isn’t afraid to tell others you’re his girlfriend and that he loves you.” It made me quite sad to think her standard of being treated well is the bare minimum of…
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My Mother’s Robe
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Read more: My Mother’s RobeWhen I was a child I could not, for the life of me, fall asleep on my own. I felt particularly fearful at night. It was the time when the distractions were gone and my mind had room to roam to all sorts of horrific scenarios like monsters under the bed or alien invasions or…
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Table Mountain Pine
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Read more: Table Mountain PineSurreal. Unprecedented. Nightmare. Global Pandemic. Racing to get my son from New York University as COVID-19 landed in the Big Apple and began it’s insidious journey marked for me the moment Coronavirus disrupted our daily lives. I imagined with great sadness that it would change life as we all knew it as I watched the…
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Distillation
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Read more: DistillationSteve and I were at the store today. Shelves were empty. People were wearing masks. There was something sobering in the air. Life in America had changed very suddenly and very drastically. The cashier was telling me about how the truck was two days late. He said people were lined up before they opened and…