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For the past two weeks, I haven’t had to fight with the fitted sheet on my mattress. Specifically, the upper left corner. I simply pull the covers down and get into bed. No more tugging, pulling, inadvertently bending a nail back as I plead with the elastic to...
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We get it: you want to support your friend. Your friend is a demigod performer, who graciously permitted whatever divey stage to host their presence — and, perhaps even more importantly, your presence. You’re taking time out of your schedule to go support your friend/niece/second...
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I could hear the quiet hum of the furnace. It’s easy, at 3:00 in the morning, when the house is quiet, and the world seems to sleep. I could hear the buzz of the highway, that unfolds in its great concrete planes and curves, not...
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Today surprised me– the sun and skies of blue shading almost translucent, almost too bright, studded with clouds that wandered in stately lines invisible to the naked eye and the grieving heart. It beckoned, this day of surprises and shaded blueness. I thought it would...
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it had been imbedded in the palm of his hand. they had to pry his hand open, and remove it. it was their 20th anniversary, and life had not been overly kind to my mom and dad. a set of circumstances spiraled and set them...
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There is a ritual in the Jewish tradition, performed in the very narrow space that separates the holiness of Shabbat from the ordinariness of the rest of the week. The short service recognizes this sacred distinction through blessings over wine and spice and the flame...
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Today surprised me — the sun and skies of blue shading almost translucent, almost too bright, studded with clouds that wandered in stately lines invisible to the naked eye and the grieving heart. It beckoned, this day of surprises and shaded blueness. I thought it...
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“But you’re so funny!” she exclaimed. “I didn’t think you’d be funny.” I get this frequently. My name is Wonder. I write tragic songs and keep a blog of self-serving, existentially morose poetry. It’s not an insult when people come up to me, telling me...
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I am terrified that I will not measure up. That my best will not be Best Enough, Or even close at all. I am terrified that I will fail Life. Or my son. I mean, its one thing to fail me. I’ve had a lot...
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