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  • WHAT’S THE FIRE FOR?

    WHAT’S THE FIRE FOR?

    Johnny coats make me feel sorry for myself. I can camp in the woods, be vulnerable in the presence of strangers and cordial while naked at swimming holes but I can’t “make nice” with anesthesiologists. I’m used to dealing with most situations, neighbors, clients and check out lines with the charm and dexterity of an…

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  • WHAT’S THE FIRE FOR?

    WHAT’S THE FIRE FOR?

    Johnny coats make me feel sorry for myself. I can camp in the woods, be vulnerable in the presence of strangers and cordial while naked at swimming holes but I can’t “make nice” with anesthesiologists. I’m used to dealing with most situations, neighbors, clients and check out lines with the charm and dexterity of an…

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  • SHIVER ME TIMBERS

    SHIVER ME TIMBERS

    After becoming 90% blind in one eye two weeks ago, the only thing I can gaze at these days are clouds. Everything else is distorted. Shopping center traffic and department store interiors are the worst. Tunnel vision at speeds above 20 mph will take major getting used to. Whether watching ocean waves or scenery in…

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  • EARLY BLESSING

    EARLY BLESSING

    I woke up early at about 4:30 am on June 15th and noticed something abnormal was happening in my left eye. At first I thought it was one side of my sleeping face being smushed hard for too long against my pillow. I’d had similar temporary blindness before for several long seconds as an eye…

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  • COSTA RICA

    COSTA RICA

    I received a text from a good friend announcing he and his husband were moving from St. Augustine to St. Petersburg, FL. They’d lived in a charming clapboard victorian in Lincolnville for over twenty years but without asking, I knew why they were leaving. Doomed with great weather, natural beauty, historic sites, spectacular grand hotels…

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  • BOO

    BOO

    Rather than politics, bored with meditation and other podcasts, for several nights I’ve been watching Netflix’ “Haunting of…” series. Now every noise or reflection from the corner of my eye catches my attention – my cat staring at a wall, even a lizard choosing not scurry away as I walk the lonely paths of my…

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  • NAH

    NAH

    I choose to write because it feels healthier than choosing not to. I’m extroverted. Rather than memoiring in a garret while in therapy, I prefer breaching social bounderies in checkout lines and shining my moons of mania wherever I go, then writing about it. I wax and wane on Facebook, to my house and garden…

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  • LUCKY AND/OR BLESSED

    LUCKY AND/OR BLESSED

    We often bring our two cats Pablo and Wincey to sit with us when we sit on the front porch. As kittens they sat on our laps in the living room by the wood stove. They normally lived in the kitchen and sunroom because their hair was too much for the rest of the house.…

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  • NO MATTER WHAT

    NO MATTER WHAT

    On and off for about 15 years I’ve had blood in my urine. I’ve also had trouble peeing and taken drugs to make it easier. Recently my PSA reached abnormal levels so I had an MRI which showed my enlarged prostate has lesions which will be biopsied next week.  The process involves inserting a catheter…

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  • ANOTHER COLD MORNING IN FLORIDA

    ANOTHER COLD MORNING IN FLORIDA

    I was at a stoplight when I noticed hip-hop music throbbing from the car beside me and a girl behind the wheel twerking and jerking with abandon. We were both alone. She in rhythm and I, motionless listening to how Republicans were plotting to oust Liz Cheney when I began thinking of how little I’ve…

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