Tag: life
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Growing Older
Years ago, my mom told me that memory is fiction. That each time we remember something, the memory is rewritten. It’s possible that she told me this in self defense, as explanation for her exaggerated stories, which are often altered within the hour of an occurrence. She likes to tell the one about the motel…
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In Writing
I know it’s not very zen of me, but I have been living in next January. Next January, I’ll move back to my beloved Marin hills. I’ll get a set of Eggshell pasta bowls from East Fork, they’re speckled, and they’ll compliment the dark wood paneling of the studio I’ll find, they’ll compliment the redwoods…
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Ways of Being
There were a couple of farmhouse summers that suffered from ant infestations. I wish I was exaggerating when I say infestations, but I assure you, I am not. If Mom was telling this story, she would remember the ants as only a minor inconvenience. But this time I am telling it. The infestations lined the…
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Boulted Recs
The first few nights I’m in Raleigh, I sleep on my camp pad. It’s comforting, it’s comfortable, it fit in the backpack I flew here with from Denver. Or, maybe it was in my bike bag. The one that was 18 lbs over the 50 lb weight limit, and that the lady working the United…
Sophia Steffens 