Tag Archives: fear

They know it’s time to go

Posted on September 17, 2017 by

After 89 days without a good rain it was definitive it would come back Sunday. We were gearing up for the first fire of the season, a stew, some red wine, music. We’d move the patio furniture to the garage, … Continue reading →

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Portrait of a spider trapped in my sink

Posted on August 25, 2017 by

I’m not afraid of you spider though you are ugly, you look different than me I know the care you take to build your webs with the lace from your body you lay traps to feed yourself (as a writer, … Continue reading →

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Field notes from the Pacific Coast | up Ulrich’s Couloir, Stuart

Posted on May 31, 2017 by

I was probably the only student in class who fell that day, and the instructors pretended not to notice, either to save me the embarrassment or because they were embarrassed themselves. How do you fall on a belay? I couldn’t … Continue reading →

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Now my heart is full

Posted on May 2, 2017 by

Perhaps our hearts are different sizes like cups made by joining palms, closing seams— we don’t know their size until they’re empty or full and even then, it’s unclear: their only job is to hold, a place to store things … Continue reading →

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What I learned giving speeches when I was 12

Posted on August 4, 2016 by

In last week’s Democratic National Convention comedian Sarah Silverman quoted her shrink, who said ‘we don’t get what we want, we get what we think we deserve.’ I don’t remember why I chose to compete in an oratorical contest when I … Continue reading →

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Ghost house gun control exit

Posted on July 12, 2016 by

The life of a housewife, a house-husband chiseling away at the laundry, a Greek myth rolling a boulder uphill only to be crushed by it again day-in, day-out: strict rules enforced in the refrigerator with shelves devoted to dairy, to … Continue reading →

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Uncommon denominators

Posted on October 3, 2015 by

Today we put down a deposit on a used car in a town we couldn’t pronounce that sounded like a slur or spit coming up — Eberhard got right on the used car search with his handy at the Bahnhof … Continue reading →

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