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Monday, November 24th, 2008Some memories are like early fall’s leaves. Red, coral, gold. Yellow dappled with green. Round, smooth- edged birch leaves, almost lemony-yellow. Jagged-edged, tough golden beech leaves, veined and oblong. The classic, red/gold/orange sugar maples, the kind of fall leaf children draw when asked to draw the Platonic Fall Leaf. Blood red, delicate Japanese maple leaves, [...]
The Ones
Wednesday, November 19th, 2008Part of the process of falling in love, one person makes an agreement with their object of affection, pledging their undying loyalty and love.
One agrees to shelter the other from the storms of life. They will prove their love by fighting the others battles, standing up to the monsters and vowing to never leave their [...]
I am not them.
Tuesday, September 9th, 2008Finding the stopping point in some situations has always eluded me. Either I go on too far, or I stop early and miss the opportunity.
How does anyone know they are officially at the end? When they are screaming and shouting to whomever is within closest range? I know it doesn’t have to come to that, [...]
Stop, Drop, and Roll
Thursday, August 14th, 2008I called her right after I got out of the meeting. I should have called her two weeks ago, but this is a game I play with myself over and over. Before I got to the meeting, I was a jangle of nerves spilling the coffee on my pants and just a few [...]
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