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Ringing out the old

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All the guests came. Even Press-n-Seal, though she worried that her presence might be more hurtful than supportive. “Not that we serve the same purpose,” she half-apologized as we gathered in the darkened living room, “but if he sees me next to Cling Wrap—” “He’ll be fine,” Cling asserted. “I’m not saying there’s a parallel…” “Of […]

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Cicada

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This morning I heard a noise outside the bedroom window, like a chain saw was going off, which seemed strange because it was only 7a.m. I looked out and on the roof below, a small bird was holding something in its beak. The bird dropped it back on the porch and the machine noise stopped. […]

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Non fighting words

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Maybe one of the reasons I keep feeling that I’m fighting the same battles is that I do things at the same time of day. I write in the morning, even when I’d rather be doing yoga or meditating or getting out with the dog, but I seem to have worked this habit into my […]

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In Which Dave and I Install an Air Conditioner

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I offered to help carry it upstairs. Dave ignored me and carried it up alone. I opened the storm window. He positioned it for fit and then set it on the ottoman to attach the side and top extra parts. “I need a drill,” he said, not moving. “Want me to get it?” I offered. […]