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Feb.28.2014
Note to readers: This is a continuation of a story I'm posting in installments. Please read my February 26, 2014 post, first.   Grace sat behind the long table, across from Tom's mother's lawyer. The blinds were open and the glare from the windows made her squint. She held up her hand in front...
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Feb.26.2014
Note to readers. I'm posting this story in installments. My seminal memory is of the snow draping off the eaves, glittering, surgary frosting, on our home. Rhododendrons. Slate roof.  Pig-tailed daughter, sleeping in pink polka-dotted sheets in her room with the pink pillow-ticked wallpaper...
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Feb.17.2014
The handyman mused aloud that perhaps the furnace isn't working properly, or sn't big enough to heat the house, which appears to have little, if any, insulation. He examined the thermostat, pushed the buttons and watched the numbers on the digital display creep upwards as there was a cranking sound...
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Feb.13.2014
The handyman gjves me a blue plastic tub and a roll of Visqueen. "I'm exceeding my authority by doing this." (He wants me to know he's dipped into his own bank account to buy the supplies.) "How's Mr. J?" (Mr. J. is my landlord. He's in his 90's and his wife died just before Christmas.) "He seems...
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Feb.12.2014
The handyman regarded the portion of the living room ceiling that collapsed at 4 a.m and the icicles that have formed inside the house. "It's amazing to me how much water can get through such a small space. I suppose I can nail a piece of plywood over the hole. My truck wouldn't start this morning...
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Feb.08.2014
There's an ice stalactite growing inside this house. It's a leviathan extending from the second story eaves, across the window, into the wall, emerging twenty-some feet below, where it spreads across the floor. It's not a sparkling silvery icycle. It's a thick umber curtain that will leave a...
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Jan.26.2014
We may or may not know how our writing affects those who read our words, unless they tell us. We write what we know, but the interpretation is the reader's own. We write a portion of the story. The reader writes the rest. I posted a very short piece several days ago. I don't enjoy writing when I...
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Jan.18.2014
I wrote this several days ago, but deliberated awhile about posting it.  Hibernating I don't know how long I slept. I awoke briefly, but couldn't open my eyes. I closed them again and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. It was the sleep of someone who needed sleep so badly I couldn't awaken. It...
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Jan.17.2014
My family was forgiving. When someone did something stupid, we'd all say, "Never do that, again." If someone received a disappointing grade on a test, we said, "Try harder, next time."  If our car slid off the road or one of us lost a job, we all said, "You can always make more money." ...
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Jan.14.2014
This is a continuation of a series that began on January 12, 2014. Please read my previous posts, if you haven't already. Thanks~ I'm gettting all sorts of messages from all sorts of men. They're all accomplished and their profiles are interesting. They all like my smile. My orthodontist and...
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Jan.14.2014
This is a continuation of my previous posts. I just posted a reply to Barbara Froman's commment to my last entry, explaining that I was rather feisty in my youth. I'm older, now and more circumspect.                            ...
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Jan.14.2014
This is a continuation of the previous days' posts. Fred's message begins, "Hello pretty." Am I intimidated? A little. Will I back down? No. My identity was stolen years ago, when the term "identity theft" was relatively unknown. I'd been issued a department store credit card and had recently...
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Jan.13.2014
This is a continuation of yesterday's post, "It's not about me." I've used their real names. At least that what they said their real names were. A few hours after Fred failed to reconnect with me on-line (after his meeting), I got an email from Frank. He lives closer than Fred and he was recently...
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Jan.12.2014
This is the first entry in a series. I was offered a free subscription to an on-line dating site and accepted, mostly out of curiosity but also at the urging of a friend, who, like me, had few opportunities to socialize and hoped I'd meet someone who might be interested in double-dating. The...
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Jan.06.2014
It's 3 degrees below zero. My house is cold. I exist beneath a pile of blankets near a space heater in a room upstairs that can't  be closed off from the rest of the cold house, because the door has fallen off its hinges.  The prescription medication I take, which is labeled, "Do not miss...
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