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sherrie-theriault's picture
Mar.26.2014
March 26       THE ORPHANAGE OF MY HEART     The orphanage of my heart holds many children, children of my past.  They gaze at me, fixed in an attempt to draw me near their needs.  I scurry, often my head down, eyes averted, not knowing how to offer comfort or...
charles-killeen's picture
Mar.22.2014
I'm becoming sick of people. Irritability is one of the symptoms of clinical depression and one that I've manifested through much of my life. There are words I don't like to use and do try to avoid, such as "suffer" as in "suffer with". I don't like to call myself afflicted because as with "suffer...
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Mar.18.2014
March 18     OLD BEARS   Cold and despondent, nothing comforts me like the bear of early sobriety.  Bought on a day I thought I would shake apart, this fuzzy old guy has been a display item for many years now, tucked to the corner with the lace edged pillows and folded shawls....
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Mar.16.2014
Since I've sampled chocolates in Switzerland, Germany, Italy, Belgium, France, the Bay Area, New England, and the Pacific Northwest, I decided it was time to test my endurance and attend the San Francisco Chocolate Salon. The event started at 10 a.m., and I arrived at 9:40. When it was time to go...
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Mar.15.2014
March 15       PRETTY FEET   I look at the line on my heel where I must stay vigilant with the pumice and the moisturizer.  My toes are clean and straight but nothing more.  I see my feet as passable; it’s hard for me to see them as beautiful.  Well cared for is...
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Mar.14.2014
March 14   THE FIRST FATHER     The rest of what I have to say I will slip under your gravestone if I have time after I buy that red dress.  To say I hate you is an overstatement; I only detest what I know of you, the rest I leave to other people who might have the misfortune to...
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Mar.11.2014
March 11       THE WALL OF PLEASANT     How quickly I am protected by a sweet smile.  A disarming countenance and a gentle phrase save my skin and psyche.  No longer do I defend my reputation as a wit or critic.  I let it all flow by.  The simpler I...
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Mar.10.2014
March 10       VOLUNTARY MUTE   I have learned I don’t have to answer just because someone asks.  I have learned to change subjects.  I have learned it is better to say nothing.  Repeating the phrase, ‘it’s just my opinion,’ followed with, ‘I could be wrong,’ has...
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Mar.07.2014
March 7     MUD PIES   Mud pies and retro-childhood are for the hurt ones, small and angry inside me.  They require care and special attention, but I can’t stop with them.  Saving the children to starve the adolescents is a sad fate, and abandoning adults after bringing...
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Mar.06.2014
March 6       MOAT   I dug the moat; the alligators came on their own.  The rain fell; I did not bid it.  I’ve burned all the bridges.  I’ve sold the farm.  I wonder at the company I keep.  The birds fly in; some stay for a season.  Friends used to...