Author Archives: sputterpub

Lecturette

Posted on November 8, 2016 by sputterpub

I’ve always had a literary friend or two, who loves to read and longs to write, but never have encountered one who’d spend the time to practice. She awaits a flight of fancy seldom lifting off the ground, while he’s … Continue reading →

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Little Did We Know

Posted on November 7, 2016 by sputterpub

The town of Gerlach, Bruno-owned and run, is like the capital of no man’s land, abutting playa in the heavy sun and gleaning Empire’s gypsum from the sand. To Gerlach we retired for a rest from camping – me to … Continue reading →

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Every 25 Years

Posted on November 4, 2016 by sputterpub

I rarely meet a man who interests me. I mean no blame or insult stating so. I’m mostly rapt in my identity and have too little stamina to know another person – I’ve too much to do. But every quarter … Continue reading →

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To Be

Posted on November 3, 2016 by sputterpub

The kids are launched – my hardest job is done. Each married carefully and reproduced. They work careers they like – they’re having fun – the presents of the present have them juiced about the future. I can’t ask for … Continue reading →

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Uncle Upset

Posted on November 2, 2016 by sputterpub

My Uncle Burt is a character. He’s now in his late 80s but he acts half his age and moves like he’s 67. I guess he’s always been hyper. The man’s nickname was Sudden in his family of origin. He … Continue reading →

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Another Mother

Posted on November 1, 2016 by sputterpub

When I was 34 and she was 8, my daughter hit me with a verbal bomb. In measured tones, with zero wrath or hate, she said she wanted Julie for her mom. We’d left her dad but he lived close. … Continue reading →

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1031

Posted on October 31, 2016 by sputterpub

My husband’s mom was into holidays, so styrofoam and spray paint were her scene. She made a deal of Christmas, but her ways were most remarkable at Halloween. She formulated rules. She filigreed, festooned and to our arguments was deaf. … Continue reading →

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Isolation

Posted on October 28, 2016 by sputterpub

A hundred years ago, we lived among our relatives; extended family surrounded Mom and Dad when they were young. That had a dozen cousins – they could see resemblances in attitude and face. Inhabitants of tenements and farms, the aunts … Continue reading →

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Keto-Nights

Posted on October 27, 2016 by sputterpub

I can’t remember ever wanting food when I get out of bed to start my day. My father said each breakfast should include both milk and protein. Mom tried every way to tempt me – cereal and breakfast shakes, jelly … Continue reading →

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Dung

Posted on October 26, 2016 by sputterpub

I ran into my neighbor Anne yesterday. We hadn’t seen one another in a few days. I was out two evenings ago and she wasn’t around last night. So I hadn’t yet heard the latest. About Bertilda. The latest is … Continue reading →

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