Tag: #washingtondc
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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…