“Are you sure you’re sure?” A gentle elbow stops me from following behind the footsteps of my realtor as a subtle whisper seeks my attention. It’s my cousin, carrying her soon-to-be two…
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Today is Thanksgiving. Another one. Another year and season and time to reflect and be grateful. To be honest, I find myself a little bit antsy, reaching for the stillness as left-over…
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The broken window in the attic bangs inside the window frame as the wind from the storm passes through. My sleep is restless. I hear intermittent sirens and voices that sound like…
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We are entering the mutable. The sacred. We are living that porous, fluid time between time- el entretiempo. I was making a fall playlist for my sister and started playing around with…
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Hermione is being tortured. I stay and listen as long as I can before turning the key. The voices end abruptly. My car door slams and I begin my day, walking across…
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“You can pre-board with your leg like that,” a kind, gray haired flight attendant bends down, gesturing to the ungainly boot I’m wearing on my left leg, a brace for a recent…