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Forgive Me For Giving Up
I may have given up winter for good. Forgive me, because springtime comes full of promises, like a cold martini sliding gently toward you across a low-lit bar. Spring brings freedom of movement;…
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The Potency of Symbols
Man, the South is strange. I have not spent too much time down there, and want to be careful not to paint the people and collective judgments of thousands of square miles with…
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A Little Help From My Friends
A lifetime of collecting music to love is a bit like a lifetime of saving money – when times are tough and you can’t come up with any new tunes to enjoy, you…
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Prophetess of Spiritual Apocalypse
My mother annotated her environment. Florence was mainly a homebody and as we’ve been cleaning out her house, my sisters and I keep finding little handwritten notes – hundreds of them – often…
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February Bike Ride, or, “Der”
J writes… I am going to write about things you already know. That global climate change is real – not an opinion – and that it’s worrisome to have a span of summer-like…