Author Archives: sputterpub

Record Snow

Posted on February 15, 2017 by sputterpub

Libby isn’t a comfortable traveler. It doesn’t matter how often she’s been someplace; she gets nervous before leaving home and a part of her stays home, pulling her back like a drafting compass, making her count the hours or days … Continue reading →

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Bad Pain Good Pain

Posted on February 14, 2017 by sputterpub

Eleven years of age: false modesty erupts; beginning sarcasm appears. “Because I’m dumb,” my daughter says to me, when I interrogate her. Leaking tears from gruff frustration, with a tweener flounce of head, she’s that embarrassed to be wrong. “I’m … Continue reading →

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Mid-February (One Year Ago)

Posted on February 13, 2017 by sputterpub

It’s happening again – a bare-limbed bush across the yard has leafed out overnight. On parkway edges hyacinths now push the earth, and turn with quince blooms toward the light. I watched a hummingbird imbibe today and looking closer now, … Continue reading →

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SITSOL

Posted on February 10, 2017 by sputterpub

I told my kids the spice of life is stress, but I don’t think they paid me any mind. They’re mired in a multi-tasking mess and long to leave anxieties behind. And yes unmanaged stress will maim a soul, and … Continue reading →

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The Phantom Phuck

Posted on February 9, 2017 by sputterpub

Three nights ago, as I was sinking in- to shallow sleep, it seemed I hugged a man I almost knew. We kissed and as my skin received his touch, I twined and we began to fit ourselves together, and perforce … Continue reading →

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Collected Comments

Posted on February 8, 2017 by sputterpub

Rachel’s second marriage was a mistake. After it ended, the only good things she could say were: “Well, I certainly learned how to live with stress!” and… “At least it got me out of my first marriage.” No one would … Continue reading →

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The Age of Arrogance

Posted on February 7, 2017 by sputterpub

“Don’t read without good light – you’ll wreck your eyes,” my father said to me, when I was 10. And “Stretch before and after exercise,” he must have warned a thousand times back then. I disagreed and disobeyed, and earned … Continue reading →

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Storm Warning

Posted on February 6, 2017 by sputterpub

Attempted terror forecast is the charge. The weatherman tried scaring us all week, predicting floods and treefall from the large amount of rain – an atmospheric streak of storm. “Be ready for the likelihood of power outages and roadways blocked.” (Acquire … Continue reading →

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Arroganza

Posted on February 3, 2017 by sputterpub

I’m old enough to study 50 years. Reviewing by the decades what I chose, I’ll state my adolescence had most tears, my 20s were cyclonic, but all those were humble when compared to what came next. I see it now … Continue reading →

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Refractions

Posted on February 2, 2017 by sputterpub

The parents had a trust. From out of state they bought the little condo for their son. Expecting it would still appreciate, they purchased without inquiry, so none of us had any chance to let them know about the next … Continue reading →

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