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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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Puppy-Dog Tails

The little blond boy looked to be five years old. Perhaps a big four. He was dressed in a little boy’s winter parka that bulked him up to look as big around as he was tall. He stood on the … Continue reading

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Unwrapping Memories

 In 1966 or ’67 the Army moved my family to Salina, Kansas. There was a decommissioned air base near Salina, converted to housing for families of soldiers in Vietnam. My father was a captain at the time. He would soon … Continue reading

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