flinch
I heard you moved to my city / My brother saw you somewhere downtown Except it’s been three decades (nearly), not one. Alanis Morissette’s lyric isn’t exact but it’s close enough for flinching. A...
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mirror
From a maternal great- or greater grandmother, somehow, since childhood, I have had this small silver mirror. It has mostly lived in my little cedar chest, the one that, if I were Harriet Smith*, would...
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Later this year, RDC will have to travel to Sheffield, UK, for work, and he asked if I would like to go with him. My two immediate associations with Sheffield: For most of her captivity, Mary, Queen of...
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end of civilization
Another thing I’m shedding is this pair of bookends, bought at, as I remember, Storrs Drug, which seems unlikely but is possible. RPR preferred the laundromat there to the one within our apartment...
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emerging
Yesterday marked two weeks from my second shot and I celebrated with yoga led by my favorite instructor, Anne, whose first class 12 years ago began my practice. Wearing a mask is unfun, what with the...
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