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Today, I crossed the field where the local Smithie girls play Ultimate Frisbee, noticing my feet getting kind of damp from the wet grass. As I stepped onto the sidewalk, my world abrubtly converged with a stranger’s. She (the stranger) was riding along on her bicycle in all her short-haired,… Continue Reading Whoopin it up!
It is 1976 and my white hair falls well below my shoulders, skimming the floor and picking up dust when I lean under the bed to pull out the photo album. I run the pads of my fingertips over the front of the album, across the face of the foal… Continue Reading Photo Album
From behind, which is how I first see her, she looks like any teenage girl. Dressed in pink fuzzy pajama pants with a striped hooded sweater, her hair curled up into a casual loose bun. She is the epitome of adolescent girl. But her face, oh my god, her face.… Continue Reading Faces of Strangers
Driving this morning, I see him walking. Old man with a fisherman’s hat, walking slowly. Maybe it is because I am halfway to 70 that I wonder if I will love an old man someday. If I will find the stoop in his shoulders and the shuffle of his feet… Continue Reading He Shuffles His Feet
He grew down instead of up. Sometimes people do that. It’s not that he didn’t try, but he built his stairs like a house of cards, only without grace and patience. It couldn’t bear the weight of his pain. He found it easier, when the cards began to fall, to… Continue Reading Growing Down
Pediatrician waiting room, 3 p.m. – He is soft…soft face, soft brown eyes, soft long hair, soft body, soft shoes. His body whispers of warm waters, composting leaves and earth, endless gentle streams slowly smoothing the rocks. His son is a small version of him and he dotes after his… Continue Reading Fathers – 4/27/06
Dear Shirty McShirty, Was it only yesterday that I met you? Is it a dream that I once fancied fantasies of becoming the perfect, serene and infinitely organized counterpart to your beautiful madness? No. It wasn’t just yesterday. It was more than a year ago. Funny thing, time. It was,… Continue Reading Letter to a Man
Nick
She is beautiful. Radiant. She can’t possibly know her own beauty. Her skin speaks beauty, abundance and health. She sits, knitting, her brow furrowed in concentration, and I am mesmerized by the little repetitive dance of her fingers. In the space of an hour she knits about 6 inches of… Continue Reading Juice and gristle
California…land of sunshine. That’s where I’m headed next week and I’m packing my sun-dresses and my bikini, though there won’t be much time for beaches since I’m going for WORK. I do have one day semi-free before I fly back so I let my friends on the West Coast know… Continue Reading Velvet Verbosity is Going to California!
Nick
“One good turn deserves another”. So I share a story of kindness. Last night, after being steeped in a painful situation for many months now, I reached out to a past lover and current friend. We call those people “friends” who can meet us halfway through the gaping chasm that… Continue Reading The Kindness of Others
