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#68 None of You Stand So Tall

I reposted something on FaceBook today: a photo of a very mean, very old nun in full habit aggressively wielding a yardstick. The caption...

#57 Got My Toes in the Water

It’s a beautiful thing to be at the seashore on my birthday. I’ve spent so many birthdays here. And this year is so strange and quiet. A...

#41 To Be Yourself is All That You Can Do

One weekend when I was 12 years old, Mom and I found ourselves completely on our own. This was highly unusual so I can only imagine that...

#40 I Am Always Amazed Words Can Fill Up a Page

First grade. This will be explained below. Sort of. I made a promise to myself that I’d write every day in August and that I’d post...

#37 It's Sure Nice Talking to You

Is it weird that I think about my dead parents so much? I think about them all the time: their voices, their mannerisms, their...

#32 Come On-A My House

When I was a kid, my mother was always looking at houses for sale. Not to buy, mind you. Just to look. See what’s out there. See what’s...

#12 Long Hot Days, Blue Sea Haze

My mom, aka “Fancy," has been on my mind a lot this week. March 2 marks 5 years (can it be five years??) since she died. During this...

Every Day Feels Like Mother's Day

It’s Mother’s Day and I’ve been staying off the internet. I don’t begrudge others the happiness in celebrating their moms but I’m still...

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