Monthly Archives: June 2015

Lit Crit

I wound myself up so, I wounded me. I spun until I sickened my own heart with hurt in anger wrapped concentrically. And then I pulled his fourteen lines apart. Repelled by “cunning” at the very first I took offense … Continue reading

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Sad

A cloud surrounds me lately formed of grief and pale anxieties: the deaths of those I never knew; the murder of belief in him with whom I shared a lively prose; the slow demise of infant love between my teenage … Continue reading

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Remedy (5 of 5)

The group isn’t what Susan expected. Afterward she admitted that she really didn’t have any expectations about the other travelers, but while on the bicycle vacation she was struck by conditions that shouldn’t have surprised her. There were two dozen … Continue reading

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Remedy (4 of 5)

Gregory and Julie are waiting for her. So is the van and Jerry, along with the 18 folks who have decided to shuttle over the pass. She describes her encounter to Jerry. He tells her the animal was probably a … Continue reading

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Remedy (3 of 5)

“Oh you poor baby,” Julie blurts. “You didn’t realize that giving up cigarettes was like a death. You needed support. You needed time.” Susan looks at her with a mixture of disbelieve and awe. She even cocks her head to … Continue reading

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Remedy (2 of 5)

The ride is easy. Jerry said it would be; he indicated it would be like the calm before the storm of tackling tomorrow’s pass. The group had energy after dinner. Gregory joined the guides for a nostalgic tour of card … Continue reading

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Remedy (1 of 5)

“I’ve got to stop eating like this,” Julie vows, as she spoons granola into her well-shaped mouth. “Desserts after dinner and now these…” She uses her other hand to indicate the blueberry muffins on her plate. “Even with all the … Continue reading

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Prodigy

She drew a princess and her parents tried to give her due and praise her royally. She crayoned ballerinas – they applied to have their girl instructed classically. She started sketching horses at age 10 and mother signed her up … Continue reading

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Sour (Part 2 of 2)

I fell in love in college, and I hoped then it would last forever. Kent was smart, funny, good-looking, and athletic. As we progressed to almost living together we developed a few areas of friction. Of course. I guess I … Continue reading

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Sour (Part 1 of 2)

I’m so tired of hearing the usual question about long therapy: if it’s so good, why are you undergoing it forever? That one is about as annoying as the “how-will-those-tattoos-look-as-you-age?” nonsense my niece has to hear. For goodness sakes, psychotherapy … Continue reading

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