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It is an odd week because of the annual benefit auction at the craft school and so tonight is my Friday night. I get off work (93 degrees on the top of Conley Ridge today, 87 inside the [...]

This, from Ursula Hegi’s collection of short stories entitled Hotel of the Saints. A quote from “Freitod” (the German word meaning free death): “Because that is the nature of being a parent, [...]

It’s almost like something clicked. Like I crossed a threshold and there is no such thing as going back. For months I wasn’t sweet on anybody. In fact, I was somewhere between bored and bitter [...]

The beauty, the pain, all of it feels as if it could drown me tonight. It comes in waves, first with Viva, who comes to me at dinner with a plate full of mixed greens, alfalfa sprouts, stir-fried [...]

I came across this today and find it so well put, and so impeccably timed, I’d like to post it for tonight’s blog. It’s an excerpt from Rules of Thumb: 73 Authors Reveal Their Fiction Writing [...]

The other ankle gives and hindsight is 20/20. Of course. I’d been favoring it for one month, relying on it solely for almost half of that time when I used crutches. At work, across campus, up and [...]

It is Friday night and even though Noelle and I both have to work tomorrow at the coffeehouse (an abnormal glitch in the weekly schedule), we are outta there, on the road, rollin’ down the [...]

It is 10 a.m. and my beloved first cousin Angela, from South Boston (now living in New Hampshire), is on the phone with me, all sass and coffee-go-go and filling me in on the latest cousin news. [...]

Viva’s been on campus up at the craft school for a few weeks and will be around part-time in the main kitchen through the end of August. We’ve kept in touch since meeting two years ago, our time [...]