• Midnight Confession

    My cousin Hazel was eleven years older than I. In my teenage eyes, she was the epitome of chic sophistication, a secretary who for a few short years had left our small western Pennsylvania town to work in Washington D.C. It was there she learned how to smoke Parliament cigarettes…

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  • It Don’t Come Easy

    When I woke up this morning my shoulder was stiff and aching, and one knee didn’t want to work properly.  It ain’t easy being an old broad. As you age, the body’s demand for attention seems never-ending. There’s always an ache or pain somewhere, a stiff muscle that doesn’t want…

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  • Goosebumps

    The tempo had changed at the little neighborhood park in the march towards summer. More people were out walking and the old oak trees that stood in contrast to the brilliant blue skies of winter were now in full leaf and throwing deep shadows on the lawns. The playground was…

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  • Mother’s Day

    With Mother’s Day near, I have been thinking about the nature of parental love. It seems to be a downward moving emotion, from parent to child.  Like water, parental love flows without effort, filling up the low places and finding its way by instinct; like gravity, it is undeniable; like…

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  • The Net of Indra

    “No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less…. any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore, never send to…

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  • Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall

    It started out as a friendly discussion about plastic surgery – rhinoplasty in particular. The Youngest Daughter of the family had just returned from a trip overseas to visit relatives and was reporting on the various family members – feminine – who had their noses done – clipped. The straight…

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  • Vincenzo

    “The rights and interests of the laboring man will be protected and cared for – not by labor agitators, but by the Christian men to whom God in His infinite wisdom has given the control of the property interests of the country.” George F. Baer, President, Philadelphia & Reading Railway…

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  • 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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  • 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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  • 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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I’m Marie

I’ve gathered together a variety of stories, essays, anecdotes and observations I’ve written over the years. I hope you find something to enjoy!

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