friendship | friendship
Feb.11.2013
The only suitcase that survived my daughter's undergraduate years has taken a turn for the worse.
A friend, who knew I'd had a tough week, "propositioned" me at 11:00 p.m. Friday night.
"Meet me at 7:30 a.m., tomorrow."
I piled my clothes into my suitcase, climbed into bed...
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Jan.27.2013
My partner often asks me “what is it, exactly, that you do in your women’s group”? The simple answer is that we talk, we laugh and eat. For almost 5 years my women's group meets on a Sunday night once a month. Each time we select a different topic for discussion, tonight we will talk about...
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Jan.16.2013
Conscious friendship
“Have you dated with girl ever”?“If not, then try on some sites there”“What makes you to think” I was startledShe did not answer but smiled
Why you want me to visit those sites?Will it be proper for me to be there right?“No, you will have probably more accessTo your...
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Jan.09.2013
Happy I am in my world of silence.
Took me a long time to arrive at this level of comfort.
Any slight threat of discomfort my radar starts buzzing.
My invisible friend, she’s invisible because we never see one another but we communicate like we hang out together all day.
My invisible...
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Jan.06.2013
Fallout
You cover your eyes and point.
Here. No, here. The nurses enter
carrying bricks, their breath
clotting our tiny ditch. Here.
Where the blister starts:
memory's petting zoo.
This time, you be sorry.
I'm busy digging a hole
where we both can live...
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Jan.02.2013
"Grandfather”
My grandfather died when I was four. I have few memories of him. I remember the smell of his cigar, his laughter as I sat on his lap and talked about the things that are important to four year-olds, the tired look on...
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Jan.01.2013
“Pickled Pears”
After finishing my undergraduate degree, I decided to take some time off before applying to law schools. I’d failed to get the “Mrs.” degree that was the objective of “normal women” my age and although my prospects of...
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Dec.30.2012
In Rome, at this time of year, among the blocks of torrone and wedges of panforte piled up on the market stalls, you can also buy a scacciaguai. It is a miniature broomstick. People hang it just inside their front doors, to keep their homes clear of trouble for the coming year. ...
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Dec.29.2012
How I Became Bitter
In the mid-sixties, at age 12, my neighborhood friend Tuffy took up the business of selling greeting cards. He would go door to door carrying one of his attaché cases, asking people to buy different types, ranging from boxes of birthday cards to all-occasion cards. I went...
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Dec.27.2012
This is dedicated to my friend, Phil
“The Jane & Phil Show”
I needed to hire someone to help with repairs on the dilapidated house I'd rented. My landlord had agreed to a reduction in rent if I took responsibility for making it inhabitable....
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