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Ms. Norris
The old inn in Bar Harbor sits on the shore like an imperial dame and watches the waves approach from the Mt. Desert Narrows. Her grey shingles are weathered but someone has maintained them. She has sat there for over a century, watching as BMWs replace carriages. Still a resort town for the privileged, but…
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Lobster In A Forest
“Would you like a seat outside?” asks the kid at the register, punctuating each word with a click of her pen. Sit & Eat Lobster is a counter-serve stand with picnic tables covered by umbrella stands and blue plastic Adirondack chairs seated around a campfire. It sits on the side of the road and is…
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New Hampshire
A post from Henry pops up in my feed. Bragging about his latest conquests because of social media. Ah, there it is. A reminder for me to move along. It uncovers old wounds that I am unwilling to analyze. I scroll on to pictures of food and parties and the latest baby of our bunch…
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Click-Clack
The music in my car does not hold my attention, but the view in my mirror of the loft buildings behind me does. The pad of my thumb is irritated, and is reddened by my mood of the moment. There’s a sound that people make when they are about to cut loose and want to…
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Rooster Flails
A cylindrical lamp spins above my head. It hangs precariously, attached by a thread of black wire. It lights up the spot I sit in, with a muted yellow tone, and is flecked with yellow and brown spots. Something out of a Pottery Barn catalog. It circles my head slowly. One of the lights halos…
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Recipe For A Man
“So.” Anne looks at me. “So,” I agree. Four eyes blink rapidly to avoid welling up and over. We hate goodbyes. I make a mental note to move D.C. to Illinois when I return home. Anne knocks my foot with her shoe. One Converse taps one purple heel, careful not to scuff it. I stare…
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Perspectives In Motion
If you stare at an object long enough it becomes something else entirely. When you glance from the corner of your eye to the edge of your vision, to your right is a bear! Or a station wagon. To your left is disaster! Or a group of kids milling about. In a moving vehicle, trees…
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Old Friends; New Friends
Visiting an old friend is like coming home, no matter the destination. The drive to D.C. is a wonderful one. The closer I get to Anne’s house, the happier I feel. We’ve known each other for twenty years, since sixth grade. Our relationship crosses boundaries, making us a part of a deeply rooted family. The…
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A Million Tiny Pieces
I watch the sky unfold from my window. I dress carefully for today. A pretty summer dress, the color of grass, floats over my head and settles over my body. It’s another favorite of mine because it makes me feel old-fashioned. Armed with sturdy hiking boots and a cup of tea, I head out to…
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Nova Francia
In the morning I sit on the bed, legs crossed, hair tumbling over my chest. A small smile floats across my face. I face the wall of the bedroom, which is plastered with wallpaper. Four walls of black and white maps of the world enclose me. I feels safe here. It’s a little like home.…
In Wonderland: A Combination Of Fact & Fiction 