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Continue reading →: Carrying Charges
A teenage girl stands in the center of the playing field at the city park. She is surrounded by a half dozen plastic grocery bags all overflowing with odds and ends of clothing. One hand rests on her slender hip, the other covers her mouth. She looks towards the road,…
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Continue reading →: Rocco & Kittybald
Back in the old days, if families had trouble making ends meet, they might take in a border or two who would rent a bedroom and take meals with the family. When I was a little girl, we had two borders who lived with us. Both were Italian, of course,…
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Continue reading →: Silly Vegetabes
I was walking through the produce section of my neighborhood grocery store feeling that delectable combination of smugness and virtue. Was I not overhauling my eating regimen, pulling exotic recipes from long neglected tomes, washing out vegetable drawers in the refrigerator, and hanging long braids of garlic from a nail?…
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Continue reading →: Gimme Some Tongue, Babe
Several years ago, I rented a room from a lovely Iranian family while I recovered from an illness. They were warm, funny, and kind. I found the cultural differences between my Italian American/Catholic heritage and their Persian/Moslem background interesting and educational. One characteristic that I noticed from the very first…
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Continue reading →: Grist for the Mill
There was a popular book titled “The Omnivore’s Dilemma” that discussed how modern transportation and refrigeration allowed people to have a wide selection of food from which to choose. This book title came to mind when I was evaluating the food that gives me sustenance as an artist and writer.…
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Continue reading →: The Neighbor
“Turn up the lights. I don’t want to go home in the dark.” Last words of O. Henry Her name was Mary but as a small child I could not pronounce it and so I called her Mimi. She was of Croatian descent and a second-generation immigrant. She spoke English…
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Continue reading →: Happy Trails
A few years ago, I broke a six-year abstinence and bought a television set. I did stop short of getting cable and in the days that followed, I watched a 21st century television with a $5 pair of rabbit ears antenna. I got ABC, CBS, NBC and PBS, plus a…
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Continue reading →: A Hair-Raising Experience
“But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.” St. Matthew My tongue flicks the corner of my mouth and a tingling prickle ensues. What’s this! Another lick alerts my ever-attentive tongue to the presence of an intruder. I dispatch an exploratory finger to the site. Damn! The tongue…
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Continue reading →: No Laughing Matter
I no longer listen to the news of the world. At 81, I am too old to risk getting depressed. Instead, I take a walk on the sunny side of the street and cast around for things that make me smile like funny animals on YouTube. Laughter is a dangerous…
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