Author Archives: sputterpub

Musical Chairs (1/3)

Posted on February 5, 2013 by sputterpub

Cecie’s day starts well and gets better. She has an excellent workout at her club; now that she’s on the other side of 50 she appreciates any day she doesn’t need ibuprofen. When she arrives at work the children are … Continue reading →

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4 Liner

Posted on February 4, 2013 by sputterpub

A woman can’t be president, the men assert, lest we be ruled by estrogen. And I in asking this appear alone: Where have we gotten through testosterone?

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Danny’s Walk

Posted on February 1, 2013 by sputterpub

My son proposed a walk the other day, sufficiently important that he chose it over all his games. He knew the way without the map he made, for I suppose a place this special isn’t soon forgot. We took a … Continue reading →

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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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