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How To Get Dressed

cw: anxiety and sensory dysregulation Before you became a dress hanging in E’s closet, you were born on a conveyor belt. You watched identical kin as they disappeared down the line and wondered how they came to be. They were you, but not. Needles poked your neck, round and round, …

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Reduce, Recycle, Reuse

  An elderly Vietnamese man goes through our trash daily. No gloves, no concerns. He walks up our driveway, opens the lid of the big, blue recycling bin, and makes me feel bad for discarding what is valuable. I’ve seen him on and off over the five years since we …

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Sadness, Followed by Anger

  Grief This is a picture of a picture of a family in the waiting room perched on plastic chairs just inside the sliding doors. They will not answer because you do not call their names. You watch them, frozen in this slice of time: phones to ears, to tell …

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Holes of Blue

  I wake from anesthesia with a smattering of gray holes blurring the vision in my left eye. Since I’m in a hospital for a procedure on my spine—nowhere close to my eyeballs—I panic, my breaths shallow and rapid. I can’t see, I plead to the nurse fiddling with my …

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Cruelty at Recess

  We joined hands and sang “Ring Around the Fatso” to the tune of “Ring Around the Rosie.”   We were fourth graders, and that’s what we did that autumn day at recess. The student in the center, a boy I’ll call Joseph, smiled at first, and as we circled …

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The Name Dropper

  While having a famous father-in-law is not literally the least interesting thing about me, most days it hovers suspiciously close to that designation. Maybe that’s the reason I try to keep it on the DL whenever possible. No one would ever know were it not for my wife’s last …

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On the Variations

  1. The first time I played Bach on the piano, age eight or nine, I was startled to find how much it soothed me. Soon, I couldn’t bear the stress of my house without the immediate feedback of the piano keys, the press of fingers, the requirement to attend …

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What I Took

  From the ashes of a long marriage, I took the kitchen table we found at a farm auction. He sanded the top to expose heart pine, and I painted the frame and legs. I now use it as a desk.   *   The settlement agreement was simple, fifty-fifty. …

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Hush

At the Common Ground Country Fair, I finally get to babysit a real baby. “Push her around in the stroller for a while until she falls asleep,” says the mother, a friend of my parents who runs the spinning booth. I feel like I have been given the doll of …

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