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My Job is to Hold the Light

The raccoon’s death wasn’t a mercy killing, like euthanizing a sick chicken. It was sloppy and sad. We had wanted to raise our own food and influence the food system on our own plot of land. We envisioned ourselves stewards of nature: above it, managing it from the outside. Instead, we became part of it…

Leaving Paris

Our last night on the Boulevard Montmartre, you discovered,
among dusty rows of cracked pitchers and wrinkled antique

lace, the perfect sapphire ring, insisting that I have it as a reminder
of the way you thought of me. Exhausted from our walking…

Cut Loose

Alan remembers it oh so well. That terrible morning. Every detail hammered into his brain. Forever. The clear memory nearly destroyed him. Until he found a way to deal with it. Found his safety net in a world of chaos…

Vocation

My daughter-in-law Circe buys three lottery tickets on the first of every month, putting in her birth date—though why the God of Lotteries should think that number lucky for anyone, I do not know. She certainly…

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