Remember the Magic

1. Remember the crimson smoulder of my rage? When the crude tedium of life lacking lustre was too much—or too little—to bear. The echo of my fury knocked against the riverbank—This isn’t how it was supposed to be!…to be!…to be! Your warm mittened hand...

Being a Woman

You’re from Denver—you like the cold? You a skier? Oh, I’m sorry, I’m interrupting you. What are you writing there? Oh, you’re a writer. What are you writing about? I mean, what do you really want to discover? Oh, by the way, my name is: So Nancy—can I call you...

Heroes

When I was a child, I had a great-uncle, who I barely remember. The same is true of one of our dogs. I can say that the uncle’s name was Paul, and that the dog’s name was Rinty. The uncle was an alcoholic who no one liked to kiss. The dog was a German Shepherd who I...

LAND OF THE LION

My wife, daughter and I arrive in Singapore after midnight. Heat hits us as we walk out of the airport. We wait on a sidewalk and in a short time are met by a car and driver. We ride into the city in the dark. Before the sun rises, I go out to look for a convenience...

[[attitude]]

  I. I call my mother to ask again why she didn’t sign me up to learn sign language when I was born and the doctor said I had a fifty percent hearing loss in my right ear, or when I was seven and the doctor said, Did we say just the right ear? We meant both. Yes,...

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