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Playing Alone
Sand is an amassment of earth fragments; bits and pieces of volcanoes, coral reefs, mollusks and quartz. I like sand. I grew up in a beach town, and I’ve been lucky enough to walk on the shores of three of the world’s five oceans. I’ve only seen one sea, but rivers have banks, and lakes have beaches too. Wet black sand, dry orange sand, brown, red, powdered and gritty sands, I’ve tread on them…
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Mud
We’re twelve days into Lent. I began ‘Lenting’, along with other ‘Lenters’ on March 6th, and will complete the forty-day fast on April 18th. I’ve never attempted Lenten abstinence before, and would not have done so this year if it had not been for the inference by my therapist that I was neglecting my spiritual life.
Mr. Jung (let’s call him that), commented just minutes before my session…
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Life After Death
On Sunday, I spent half an hour driving behind a red pickup truck with a large roll of plastic piping protruding vertically out of its cargo bed. The piping, looped and bound by bungee cords, was positioned in the middle of the box, a divider. On either side of the vertical coil was a deer; an antlered and hoofed pair of stags.
Just recently I started writing a short story about a young man…
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On Purpose
When I was nineteen I took my first job as an au-pair in Sarasota, Florida. I was wildly excited about the position because, firstly, it was far far away from home, and secondly the family would be the first Jewish people I had ever met— I would be living with them, adventure!
I grew up in a small South-African town; I was a white, middle-class Protestant girl raised in the Apartheid era— I…
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Chips and Blocks
I started working in a chiropractic practice a couple of months ago. The office has all the appropriate artwork and signage one would think to find in a holistic medical environment. All informative, all acceptable. There is also a photocopied print of a poem, unremarkable, unintrusively pinned to a cork board positioned next to the computer I work on every day. Since day one, this copy has…
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Biologically Burdened
I’m reducing my coffee intake. Each time I go to grab a cup of Holy Water I ask myself, “Do you need this chemical stimulant?” The word ‘stimulant’ is the rub— it’s a poke at my self-worth: I have everything I need for greatness; don’t need nothin’ or nobody! Pathetic, I know, but it has helped me go down from five cups of coffee a day to two. Strategy.
A couple of weeks ago I took a day to…
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My Best Life is Bullshit
My Best Life is Bullshit
Our new home has no bath. It has a shower that is located in a lone bathroom, the square footage of which is approximately the same as your average elevator. One pedestal sink, a standard flushing toilet and a carbon copy of a shower found in a Winnebago/RV—you know the kind, right? Plastic moulded walls with redundant built-in ledges and a sad little spout that dribbles well water. To be fair,…
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Chemistry
Sitting in the cafeteria last Friday, a young man and I shared a packed lunch. Lunch, it must be noted, that I prepared for myself. While taking out my various Tupperware containers, I noticed that my classmate had nothing to eat. “Do you want some grapes?” I offered. He jumped at the proffered nourishment, and we started chatting about the demographics of the school. There are mostly guys on…
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My Eye
A few weeks ago I had a dream that the iris on my right eye fell off. It was horrifying. In the dream, I kept trying to put the green part of my eye back in place just as I do with my contact lenses. I looked down at the concave, speckled disc balanced on my index finger and then looked back up into the mirror. A blank white eyeball stared back at me. By the end of the dream, I managed to get my…
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Labour Day
Struggling through the bog at the back of the farm, Brody shifted the black garbage bag tucking it under his left arm, his right clearing a path through a mosquito fog.
“There’s a special place in hell for people like you,” he said.
Mike, five meters ahead, turned and stood at ease. “D’ya mean military folks or people who have a moral code? Either way, if that’s a qualifier for eternal…
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Ginny Moon ~ Benjamin Ludwig I'm breaking my own rule by reading this one... we'll see how it goes.
Summer
I’m wearing shorts. SHORTS. And a tank top. For those of you who don’t live in the Northern Hemisphere, naked arms and legs might not seem all that noteworthy. But to us who do, it’s glorious. When you spend the majority of your year swathed in thermal fabric, walking outside with a pair of flip flops and a little square of material to covers your good bits is a sensory wonderland. The Wind and…
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The Tea Girl of Hummingbird Lane ~ Lisa See Reading this week! Can't wait. Review to follow...
So It Goes
I used to clean houses for a living. It was a pathetic living, barely livable, but I did it. I could write pages and pages of life-altering truisms based on my observations while doing the dirty work, but I won’t. Well, I might, but I won’t do it today.
Interesting fact: Everyone has a particular ‘litter’ habit in their own home. You do. Men leave coins, loose change scattered around where…
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Goodwill
On the way home from, Morgan’s soccer practice on Saturday evening, we encountered a little scene on the main road near our home. A German Shephard belonging to the elderly man living on the farm adjacent to ours had escaped and was running around chasing cars. The man, who is quite frail, was pacing up and down the side of the road, holding onto his dog’s leash helplessly.
Several cars had to…
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Life is Long
A couple of weeks ago, I attempted to convey a growing anxiety I’m currently experiencing to my youngest sister. Bearing in mind that I have just turned forty (a big milestone) and my baby sister is ten years younger than me, you can understand why the intensity of my struggle got lost in translation.
“Time is flying by!” I said over and over again. What I should have said was, “I’m running out…
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Pillows
Both of my children rejected the stuffed-toy-comfort most children get attached to as infants. While other children usually have a blankie, or a bear or a bunny, mine bonded with their pillows. Morgan was about two years old when her toddler’s legs took her over to a wire bin at Home Depot. She reached in through the bottom wire square and latched on to two fluffy pillows. One was lilac and the…
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