Tag Archives: self-awareness

October 21, 2018 (Sunday) Muted mornings of fog, leaving for work in the 6 o’clock hour and not getting home until 5, wondering if it’s going to pay off, this new job. Dawn saw the bob cat again by the … Continue reading

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Siddhartha, the waiting room, ‘nowness’

The waiting room in the colon treatment center the morning after Fat Tuesday could be purgatory, where people wait to have their insides filmed through a probe, to hear how long they have to live, what they have, when they … Continue reading

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Geographic Tongue

I’m told it’s common, affecting 2-3% of the population, which doesn’t sound common, but intriguing still: Geographic Tongue. I picked my hygienist because she seems genuinely passionate about oral health. When I ask for more information she gets excited talking … Continue reading

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Lost in the woods

It wasn’t in the outfit I chose for myself each day before going to work, and it wasn’t in the mirror or the photographs on our walls at home. I lost track of where it went and sometimes wondered if I … Continue reading

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Mirrorball

Pat Dolan and his brother Damien lived up the street. Their dad Mr. Dolan was a cop, a huge cop: he filled the doorway when he stood. We sat on the front doorstep and spat. We had just learned how … Continue reading

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When 5 feels like 4

I don’t know what happened to that hour, but we won’t get it back until after Halloween. I got nominated for a blog award on Friday, which felt good and was really nice, but when I got into it Saturday … Continue reading

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