Something occurred to me tonight as I walked back up to my 4th floor base housing stairwell apartment from the neighborhood pavillion, where I had just completely humiliated myself by singing a ridiculous kareoke version of “Lady is a Tramp” at my neighbor’s 40th birthday party: People like it when other people make total idiots…
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Confectionary Comforts
Running my fingertip along the wrinkled peak of thin, gold foil, I find an edge. I insert a nail under the delicate lip and lift the sheet, hearing it crinkle as it expands like an accordion. I pause a moment, just long enough to pinch the end of the tiny paper strip, and tug it…
My Ace in the Hole
Trailing tissues behind, I burst through the clinic doors five minutes past my appointment time. The lady at the front desk directed me to three rows of blue chairs in the waiting area. Nestling into the second row , I fished another crumpled tissue from my pocket just as “Peter Pan” started on the TV…
Taken for a Ride
As I nervously watched my daughters reeling down our street in an abandoned shopping cart, memories of my own childhood misadventures rushed into my head. Any kid who could get his hands on certain common household items like shopping carts and refrigerator boxes, was golden. On spring in the 1970’s, my brother Tray scored two…
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