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  • Happy birthday, times sixteen

    Six pounds, one ounce. That’s how much you weighed the day you were born. Oh, you were so tiny! And perfect. Let’s not forget the perfect part. Sure, there were complications. Life is nothing but complications – some scary, some hilarious, some frustrating or tense...
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  • Nothing more than feelings…

    “Feelings, nothing more than feelings…” I have deleted about a hundred opening lines for this essay to date.  That I started writing only a few minutes ago will give you some perspective on how freaking difficult I find this particular exercise. Feelings. Gah.  Blank stare into...
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  • The darkness did not save me

    Darkness was not enough not even one I could touch, a darkness I could feel, like a curtain of silk, light and smooth and flowing like liquid night. It covered my eyes and weighed upon me so I could not move or change. Darkness was...
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  • A startlement of song

    There is a midrash – a story – that there are ten songs in the Bible. What those ten songs are depends upon the rabbi or sage you ask. The list is a bit fluid. All agree, however, that the Tenth Song is, as yet,...
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  • Happily Ever After — the Aftermath

    Happily-Ever-After: Day Minus One: The dragons are swooping. The town is a mass of carnage: a swath of destruction and messy wreckage from one end to the next. The countryside is pockmarked with smoking remains. The princess is holed up in the tower, waiting, for...
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  • Platespinner

    Call me Platespinner. You know Platespinner, don’t you? He’s the guy, that vaguely Eastern European-looking guy who wore a red satin shirt and tight-but-balloony black pants, who ran around the stage on the Ed Sullivan show, while some invisible orchestra played The Sabre Dance in the background...
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  • One vote

    I voted yesterday. I almost didn’t. For a split second or three, I actually considered not voting. Because it was out of the way. Because I was running late. Because really, what would my one vote not cast cost? And I went and voted anyway, because really – if...
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  • Hope with your feet

    I knew I would love The John Laroquette show from the very first episode – a cynical, sarcastic, self-deprecating, trying-to-get/stay-sober alcoholic who had bottomed out after losing everything and was desperately trying to piece his life back together without getting too attached to it, without...
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  • Love

    “And it kicks so hard It breaks your bones. Cuts so deep It hits your soul. Tears your skin And makes your blood flow. It’s better that you know That love is hard.” “Love is Hard” James Morrison I want love to be all hearts...
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