Despite taking every precaution, I can’t seem to get the sand out of my pants. I rinsed in the sand shower before setting foot in the beach house. I left my flip-flops on the screened porch. I sealed my camera in a zip lock baggie. I kept my sea glass and shells in a bucket…
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Fresh Sqeezed Repression
As I sat in the sterile hospital lobby waiting my turn, I watched a woman casually drinking a tall glass of beer in the nearby cafeteria. People are dying, birthing babies, and having organs removed in this place, I thought, but there’s always time for a beer at the Krankenhaus. My mind continued to wander…
The Paper Gown Blues
The clinic nurse pulled the curtain along its curved track on the ceiling and left the room. In the harsh light of the fluorescent bulbs, I spied the blue paper gown she told me to put on, and the clipboard with its questionnaire. I stuffed a list of embarrassing items I was determined to finally…
Music to My Ears
I ran into the school doors and, breathless, scribbled my name on the sign in sheet. “Could anyone tell me where the music room is?” I asked, somewhat embarrassed that I did not know after two years of my children attending this school. “Down the hall to the end, make a right, second door on…
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