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 A Place for Us All: Saturday August 15th, 2015

“The pipe is fine.” Oliver says, exasperated, handing Sunny the stack of instructions, “It’s schedule 40. That’s what the directions call for. Nobody is going to die, especially if we just use hairspray and we are.” He doesn’t look up as he … Continue reading

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Enduring Love: Spring 2004

“It just happens to fish,” Mom says, one hand on my shoulder and the other on the tv remote. She flips from the nightly As The World Turns rerun to an episode of CSI. “We’re lucky he lasted as long … Continue reading

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The Watching People: Tuesday June 9th, 2015

“What about him?” Grace asks. She nods towards an elderly man shambling by the food court’s lone plastic palm tree. With his ungainly slouch, plaid grandpa shirt and wooden cane, it’s impossible to imagine him having any secret life what so ever.  … Continue reading

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Cherry Bomb Love: New Years Eve 2014

“Did he kiss you?” June asks. She reclining in a lawn chair, sipping a Dr. Pepper like it’s a White Russian. Admittedly, she doesn’t play the roll of ‘love guru’ better than Mike Myers. “Or should I ask, ‘how big was his … Continue reading

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Ghosts of Christmas Past: Thursday Dec. 25, 2014

“I wish I’d gotten that power switching unit instead.” Oliver moans. He’s shifting through the cords of his new PS4, connecting red and white AV cables to the back of the living room T.V. “What am I going to do with this thing?” “You’re suppose to … Continue reading

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Turkey Day, Pass the Ham Please: Thursday Nov. 27th, 2014

“What’s it like having your driver’s license?” Aunt Kat asks. She’s stirring a large bowl of  pumpkin pie mix with an impossibly huge whisk as sunlight pours in through the kitchen window, making her glow like the Human Torch. “It’s good.” I say. “I … Continue reading

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Pulling Teeth: Monday Nov. 10, 2014

“Do you think you have any cavities?” Mom asks, steering the Camry down 4th St., remembering her turn signal and keeping a perfect thirty feet from the pulp wood truck just ahead of us. “No.” I say, meaning I don’t feel anything and am reasonably sure … Continue reading

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