Sometime approaching my childhood’s end I began waking up to what I thought at the time were nightmares. The dream was that I would live forever, that I would never die, and that I would forever explore all things in all directions… forever. This, at that time, was terrifying. A few years earlier my father [...] [...]
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April Fool’s, my favorite day of the year and the jokes came and went without a nod in my direction. More fool me. This month is so cruel that T.S. Eliot rubs our noses in it as if to activate our allergies. In the first line of “The Wasteland” says it’s the cruelest month. What [...] [...] Nana always told me if I got tired of waiting for someone to pick me up for a ride to go somewhere,1 I should get out my crocheting and start on it. When I would get to the least best part of the crocheting to stop, that’s when the ride would show up. I never [...] [...] |
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