It’s 7:00 a.m. on Christmas Eve. The sky is still dark, and my dogs are snoring at my feet. My husband and daughter are away until afternoon. The last sip of the coffee I made […]
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deer
My hands smell like deer. It’s a gamey smell—wilder than horse but tamer than buffalo. I was thinking about deer today after having pulled out last year’s Christmas card, a Hipstamatic shot of a plastic […]
overstuffed
Things. Objects. Junk. Stuff. I have a lot of it, and sometimes I feel as though it has me. In the rooms where I write, I am haunted by great writers; the floor-to-almost-ceiling bookshelves packed […]
alchemy
It’s Christmas, but you wouldn’t know it by my house, which has no tree, no wrapped presents, no fauxflake or stocking or stray spray of tinsel. It’s not because I’m a curmudgeon. I just started […]
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