“Your heart is a telescope,” I hear a man on the radio tell me. “An empty bucket for collecting light.” It collects a lot of other things, too. Beach trash Pebbles with…
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Many times I have sat down at my desk to write to you. To tell you so many things, to share the inside out becoming outside in, to try to put words…
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Girls are giggling and dancing in a circle, linking their arms and kicking their feet. They’re second graders and they’re girl scouts. It’s a Sunday morning and I’m at work, but it…
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A woman wearing leopard ballet flats and a canvas bag slung across her shoulder pauses outside the window to light a cigarette before moving on. For once, I am not the one…
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“I’m angry. I’m just really pissed off at the Universe right now. I’m just….mad.” I confessed this to a group of women (some of whom I barely know) recently. They watched with…
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I have been thinking a lot about life and death lately. Not only in the physical sense, but in the metaphysical sense, too. When I was a nurse working in the I.C.U.,…