Monthly Archives: July 2012

Looking Around on 7/31/97

I hurried through my babies’ infancies and hustled past their toddlerhoods and youths. I raced from work to childcare, my knees supporting more than me – the daily truths were lists of jobs I hurried to have done. I cried … Continue reading

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Sad Ending (I of III)

The first thing I noticed about Siesel was her dog. Gretel was still a puppy when we all moved in, but even at six months a St. Bernard is hard to ignore. And she was a perfect example of her … Continue reading

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Milk Glass

Infinity is tough to comprehend until it’s set against its opposite. Imagining a universal end instead is weirdly inappropriate and fell abrupt. If space and time can be immense, but somehow finite in their size, then what’s beyond that distant … Continue reading

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Moonshine (How to Camp) – End

Kevin got away as soon as he finished high school. He went to college in another state, married there, and began to live quite carelessly with his young bride. They partied hard. They traveled thoughtlessly. Tracy was a little obsessive … Continue reading

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Moonshine (How to Camp) – Middle

Abby’s brother and father seemed to enjoy the camping trips. She and her mother didn’t. For her mom it was just too much work. She was always in charge of meals and cleaning, but when confronted with the narrowness of … Continue reading

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Oakland West (July 1995)

They must have once supported massive weight, but now they rust a ribcage in the air: the 17 old I-beams twisting straight up to a road no longer hanging there. Like dominos they stand – a rusting line no finger … Continue reading

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Moonshine (How to Camp) – Beginning

The biggest misconception Abby held, growing up, was that adults had the answers. The most erroneous lesson she learned was that her parents knew how to live. There were sufficient reasons for her mistakes. “Mother knows best.” “Because I said … Continue reading

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