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The Good Life: Wednesday April 15th, 2015.

Posted on July 7, 2015 by mable33

“Do you have anything else by Cormac McCarthy?” June asks, “Blood Meridian was good.” She’s leaning close to Grace’s bookshelves, panning over rows of Michael Crichton and Isaac Asimov. I’m not sure what the trouble is, everything’s categorized Science Fiction, Fantasy, or Other, with each … Continue reading →

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Ghosts of Christmas Past: Thursday Dec. 25, 2014

Posted on February 27, 2015 by mable33

“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

Posted on February 1, 2015 by mable33

“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

Posted on January 2, 2015 by mable33

“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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Sister o’ Mine, Where have You Been?: Saturday, Nov. 8, 2014

Posted on December 26, 2014 by mable33

“Here?” Morgan asks. She points to the Books-A-Million sign standing tall above a half-filled parking lot. I nod, and she pulls my van up to the bargain books carts outside the front door. I step out into the cold. “Make it quick, I’ll … Continue reading →

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A Family Dinner and Other Unexpected Events: Friday Aug. 29, 2014

Posted on September 18, 2014 by mable33

“The trick with spaghetti is-” Mom pauses to pour a ladle full of sauce onto Dad’s plate, “…is not to take it too seriously.” It’s an old line, something she says about everything she is sort of good at; knitting, … Continue reading →

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