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Aug.30.2011
I have never cheated on anyone.
I have had four serious relationships and only one cheated on me for her own good reasons and even though I was angry and disappointed, I have since forgiven her, because she has her life to live with or without excess baggage. She was immature and insecure since she...
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Oct.09.2009
White Shirts
While you sleep, I watch a movie. A man bangs his head against a shelf in a library. It's the magazine section: I can almost tell the year of the movie from the magazine titles. I love the image of white shirts hanging on a clothesline, as long as it's not in my backyard.
He picks...
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Nov.04.2008
By Thanksgiving in 1997, Gary was in rough shape. He struggled to study for the exam to keep up his certification to fly 727s. He couldn't get through the manuals. Fortunately, his exam wasn't for awhile. At the end of November, he flew his last flight for the month—a trip that, to his surprise,...
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Oct.30.2008
In the six months that I knew him before his diagnosis, my contact with him was mostly by phone. He flew up to Boston only about four or five times, and we'd get together for a movie or a trip to a museum. I would try to glean something of his inner world, his experiences, his relationship to his...
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Oct.24.2008
After that, he called regularly and I soon knew that mad cow disease wasn't his only preoccupation. Every morning, he concocted sludge-like drinks, blending bran, pineapple, frozen broccoli and any other food or drink from the all-natural supermarket that were on his kitchen shelves. "Blech!...
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Oct.12.2008
New Year's Eve 1997. It's three o'clock in the afternoon and nearly everyone is preparing for the night's celebrations. I picture people buying champagne, applying red nail polish, fussing with "Happy New Year" signs, making hors d'oeuvres while I sit in the waiting room of the neurology...
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Feb.08.2008
So this blog could go anywhere, but it started with frogs. Last night as my boyfriend and I were stuck in commuter traffic heading back through the Caldecott Tunnel and into Oakland, I heard something. I stopped our conversation, and said, "Is that noise frogs?"
Unrolling the window, we...
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