Monthly Archives: January 2013

Inside Angel (End)

Posted on January 31, 2013 by sputterpub

It wasn’t a hip ambition, but I wanted to be Mrs. Joe. I practiced writing my married name: Angie Greenfield, Angelica Greenfield, Joseph and Angel Greenfield. It’s fun to remember all of this without regret and anxiety. I must reminisce … Continue reading →

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Inside Angel (Middle)

Posted on January 30, 2013 by sputterpub

I want coffee. That’s the other quick alimentary change I made when we moved here: marmalade to jelly and tea to coffee. Lovely dark thick coffee. Energy-packing java. Muddy old Joe. It was Joe who introduced me to it. The … Continue reading →

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Inside Angel (Beginning)

Posted on January 29, 2013 by sputterpub

My name is Angelica Wickersham-Taylor. I was born without the “Taylor,” in London, in 1948. I’m the beloved only child of a nurse mother and pilot father; it took two libidinous post-war years to produce me, and none came after … Continue reading →

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NonCents

Posted on January 28, 2013 by sputterpub

Cheryl told an anecdote to me – reported an experience she had: After training someone’s employee and holding in her feelings, tight and mad, she shopped for food in her own neighborhood, and when she held out money to the … Continue reading →

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The Glass

Posted on January 25, 2013 by sputterpub

I argued with my dad for anarchy; I told him total freedom is my cause and said if we were all we’re meant to be we wouldn’t need to fashion any laws. But he asserted lawmaking’s a clue we understand … Continue reading →

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Interim Births (Part 2 of 2)

Posted on January 24, 2013 by sputterpub

I walked off to junior high that first day feeling like a big kid. I was then just under five feet in height; I was to grow seven inches in the ensuing three years. I was two years away from … Continue reading →

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Interim Births (Part 1 of 2)

Posted on January 23, 2013 by sputterpub

The first time I was born was 1950. That was a bigger deal for my parents than for me. Sure, I was starting my extra-uterine life then, but what did I know? Transitioning from hugged guppy to ’possum-without-a-pouch… My parents … Continue reading →

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So Far . . .

Posted on January 22, 2013 by sputterpub

I haven’t compiled a resume. I haven’t made a cold call. I haven’t added any initials to my name. I’ve never entered a WalMart. I haven’t joined AARP.

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Presumption

Posted on January 21, 2013 by sputterpub

The Rasta man says I and I for we (who celebrates the sunset as he davens to the beat). He enterprises individually (ganja loving spirit sunning lion won’t eat meat). The Ethiopian colors crown his mane (against the black the … Continue reading →

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Cards

Posted on January 18, 2013 by sputterpub

The Jack’s a varlet also called a knave. The Queen’s iconic woman, as we know. The King’s a power card – the rule book gave him influence the chess board can’t bestow. The other cards don’t show us any face, … Continue reading →

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