| Dear Heart
| | I have commemorated forty-plus Valentine’s Days, and frankly, since graduating from grade school, most have left very little to be desired. So this year, I have decided to forgo celebrating the... | | Words: | 475 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| Call me
| | Brian-from-down-the-hall came to my office last week to catch me up on his latest grad school adventures when he stopped abruptly at the doorway. “Wow…you’re texting?” he said.... | | Words: | 714 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| Morning
| | I think it’s neither fair nor accurate to say artists are necessarily more tuned into their emotions than is the general populace. I do believe, however, that by our very nature, we were born to... | | Words: | 385 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| Pruning
| | As I sat in my kitchen yesterday, I happened to glance at the yellow primrose nestled between two non-descript leafy plants. My husband bought her for me a couple of weeks ago out of a desire to add a... | | Words: | 429 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| Backing Out (Wee Story)
| | "Aw, come on. It'll be fun!"... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 04-10-07 |
| Words: | 200 | | Comments: | 10 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Vigil--34thParallel Contest
| | "I was crossing 34th street when..." she says before the liquid morphine wrestles her into sleep. She is my mother. She is dying. I check her pulse. It has slowed in frequency and strength but I can... | | Words: | 340 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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| Joker (Wee Story)
| | Mother and I walk to the bus-stop, where I wait alone, and she returns home to the smell of... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 18-07-07 |
| Words: | 100 | | Comments: | 10 | | Status: | Public |
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| Never Too Old to Learn
| | I believe I??ll never be too old to learn. For the last few months, I have been learning to drive.... | | Essays | | Genre: | Essay | | Updated: | 13-07-07 |
| Words: | 456 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| Fragile
| | She sits, stares silently out the solarium window, and smokes a cigarette. Bernice wonders about the commotion in the nearby hallway and thinks about getting up to see what is going on but decides to... | | Words: | 678 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| First Gear
| | At 44, I am learning to drive. I am also learning to drive on a standard. Clutch/gas/shift, parking brake, the works. My husband is teaching me. He is patient and kind. This learning, it comes quicker... | | Words: | 1711 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Junkie (Greed)
| | Martin walks toward Jenna with her month??s rations. There are ten of them. She does some mental math. Thirty-one days this month. Divide by ten. One every three days. ??You've got to be kidding,?... | | Words: | 781 | | Comments: | 10 | | Status: | Public |
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| Homecoming (City Smells)
| | It's always perfect there at Ohio State University--ahem, THE Ohio State University--and today is no exception. My friend, Mike, and I trek to campus via I-70 to help our mutual niece move out of her... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Genre: | Essay | | Updated: | 14-06-07 |
| Words: | 765 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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