Author Archives: sputterpub

Ankles (2 of 3)

Posted on April 24, 2013 by sputterpub

So Beth must have refused half a dozen of Sam’s travel ideas before the Mendocino plan. Suddenly she agreed. Sam arranged for two rooms at a dog-friendly inn and a vehicle big enough for the six of us, and we … Continue reading →

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Ankles (1 of 3)

Posted on April 23, 2013 by sputterpub

My weak spot, apparently, is an Achilles tendon. Not that my mother was a demi-goddess, except perhaps in her mind and my father’s (at least at first). Not that I was ever dipped. I’m Jewish. Jewish babies are not dipped. … Continue reading →

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The Introvert’s Birthday

Posted on April 22, 2013 by sputterpub

The air this morning sparkles now the storm has passed, that left a wake of weather here as clean as cloud, as still as fog, as warm as western dusk. Another racing year surrounds a life today and starts a … Continue reading →

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Stop

Posted on April 19, 2013 by sputterpub

I lately get the luxury of black and white instead of teasing tones in gray. I’ve too much on my plate – I see a stack of jobs, but there’s a path as clear as day: I have to move … Continue reading →

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O U Kid (Part 3 of 3)

Posted on April 18, 2013 by sputterpub

“You may be right,” Paula said. She took a few paces in silence and added, “When you think about everything a person has to learn from birth to adulthood, it’s a miracle if the kid has any good days at … Continue reading →

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O U Kid (Part 2 of 3)

Posted on April 17, 2013 by sputterpub

Peg was not hurt, but she’s a complainer. For the rest of the morning hike we had to hear about the chances of delayed symptoms of injury. And although it’s true that after that event, Peg didn’t walk the long … Continue reading →

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O U Kid (Part 1 of 3)

Posted on April 16, 2013 by sputterpub

“Once upon a time a child was born. Me. Upon a 1950 time. In New York City. “I was one of thousands of children born that day. One of hundreds in New York. One of dozens in that hospital. One … Continue reading →

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Questions and Answers

Posted on April 15, 2013 by sputterpub

For what is it assumed when I stay home I do not work, who’s known for working hard? And why when I report I wrote a poem, do many dread the jingle of a card? How came the custom to … Continue reading →

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Navigator

Posted on April 12, 2013 by sputterpub

My path of least resistance is of late a freeway to romantic fantasy. Imagining the way we’ll punctuate this talk is irresistible to me. Continuing our dialogue in mind the while I walk or work or rest or rush, I … Continue reading →

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Joy (Part 2 of 2)

Posted on April 11, 2013 by sputterpub

“It’s worked for me.” She startled at my voice. “Working I mean. The first half year I was married to Matt I didn’t have a job. Took to staying home and indulging in unhealthy habits. It got to where I … Continue reading →

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