español

I used to speak Spanish well. The timing was bad. My best year speaking Spanish overlapped the year I lived in France. I spent an unreasonable amount of time flirting with the Argentinean director of the youth housing in Paris, after a summer of sangria, salsa dancing, and getting over Eduardo. Eventually, though, I had […]

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resolution

Last night, I gave a hearty “good riddance” to 2017. The year was awful, in so many ways–not just for me, I know, but I can speak only of my own reactions to outside events, and my own personal experiences. While many others resisted, and admirably so, I went so far as to resist life […]

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cedar 1

When I was growing up, we had a closet under the basement stairs that was lined in cedar. It was filled with my mom’s marvelous clothing from her days before marriage, before us. Glamorous pieces, some made by her, from the 1950s and 60s. She was a fashion plate, even in the small town where […]

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about last night

As I came into the dining room this moming, I saw it there: last night’s bottle, empty, a memory of ruby lush, the elegance of beef, savored, save the last five bottles now, make them last, like the autumn red, gold, golden weekend, wish it were longer–don’t we all?–they say. But do we? Or do […]

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pear

In two days, summer will be gone. We already have said goodbye to the warmth, really, unpacked our books and sweaters, and buttoned up to more serious things than a flip-flop and an ice cream bar. Team-building meetings have been organized in offices all across the land, an apple for the teacher, and even on […]

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crave

I crave the everyday, I say. I say I want to turn in the night and find your hand when I reach for it, want to feel your presence throughout the day in the small shared moments. Yes, it is true. And still, I want more, the desire that is already there. Life is topsy-turvy, […]

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Beginnings

The low fall light created a crisp edge to the trees, their reflection in the still, cool water after that hot spell. I was waiting for this, eager for the relief of beauty, clear after the storm. I headed off down the trail knowing that you were not there, but I still looked for you, […]

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