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On Sunday afternoon, after a long afternoon of children’s party and swimming in the pool, I went indoors to check y mobile phone and discovered that it would not turn on. It took no charge, either plugged in to a … Continue reading
Category Archives: Navel-gazing
The following story was just dictated to me: A long time ago, when there was one boy named Jasper who had lots of weapons, including shield and a sword, he went on an adventure. But then one day he forgot … Continue reading
“To foreigners, a Yankee is an American. To Americans, a Yankee is a Northerner. To Northerners, a Yankee is an Easterner. To Easterners, a Yankee is a New Englander. To New Englanders, a Yankee is a Vermonter. And in Vermont, … Continue reading
So, here’s the thing about ants. I hate them. Don’t get me wrong. Out in nature, tooling around and being all industrious, building sandy tunnel nations and collecting food for winter and harping at the grasshoppers to get their ass in … Continue reading
Twenty-five years ago I first learned origami; the box, the balloon, the jumping frog. I like paper-folding. I like the feel of the creases coming into place as I gently break the paper fibers under my nail. I like the … Continue reading
Yesterday I was Panera for my morning writing session. I walked in and there was one woman at the counter. As I stood behind her, it quickly became apparent that the card she’d handed over to pay wasn’t working, nor … Continue reading
I like coffee. I like it a lot. I remember the first time I had coffee. I was only 7 or 8, and my dad gave me some money from the till and sent me to the little convenience store … Continue reading
A handful of 1 foot long black cotton strings. I don’t remember what they came from, or why I saved them. They feel odd, too – as if the cotton has been lightly waxed. I’m not sure what I meant … Continue reading
This cigar box is the first candidate because it is different from the other five. While the others are the classic cigar box shape – long, broad, and very flat, with a lid that nestles down in between the front … Continue reading
I am a hoarder. I’m not a hoarder to the extreme; I don’t need interventions¹, I don’t need to clean out rooms with a shovel. My living space is only a health hazard if you’re not careful of the books … Continue reading