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A Seat at the Tableaux

Somewhere in the bowels of my mother’s house sits a sturdy coffee table of deep, black wood carved in ornate patterns and iconic rural Japanese dioramas wrapping up the legs and around the 48” x 18” perimeter of the tableau, … Continue reading

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Plucking the Apple

In my earliest memory I am floating above the ground, my arms spread wide, my fingers splayed to grasp a shiny red apple wreathed in lush green leaves clutching gnarly boughs. My face bursts with laughter as I pluck the … Continue reading

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Ola Mae’s Figs

We lived in a one bedroom flat nestled in the rafters of a three-car garage behind a boxy duplex near the university. We could catch a bus at Hildebrand or San Pedro to take us most of the places we … Continue reading

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This land is Ixtlan

We walked today to Bunnyfield Plantation, where MacArthur sweeps into 19th Street, cattycorner from the Lutheran church grounds which is mostly a grassy hillside sloping down to a berm where South Street bisects 19th. The roadside there is mostly a … Continue reading

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Han Shoulda Shot First

Is that a light-saber piercing my heart or are you just unhappy to see me? CAUTION: MAY CONTAIN STAR WARS SPOILERS   On Christmas Day I had an extended conversation with my daughter about the new Star Wars film, The … Continue reading

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A Change of the Seasons

Today would have been my father’s 83rd birthday. I always called him on his birthday. Fathers’ Day and his birthday. He called me on mine. Three conversations a year was our quota. Anything over that was gravy. It wasn’t that … Continue reading

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Yes, Santa Claus

I grew up celebrating the typical White Christmas. By which I mean the 20th Century American Middle-Class White Christmas. The Christmas Celebrated in Story & Song. It was the Christmas of Santa’s workshop bounty, gaily wrapped and pouring out across … Continue reading

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