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June 16, 2020

10:22am

There’s a rabbit in my yard and he has eyebrows. A dark patch of fur rises above his eyes in a comically inverted V, giving him a quizzical, bemused air. I have been following him again today as he goes about his routine. I trail across the morning room windows,...

May 8, 2020

I bought a pair of mom jeans.

Oh, it was an accident. I would never intentionally buy a pair of mom jeans, right? I mean, who would? But I'd forgotten my glasses at home. I'm waist-deep in middle age now and the world has become shimmery and soft around the edges, somet...

May 1, 2020

"I'd want to taste that lamb again, to see my uncle's face across the fire. I'd like to run through the streets with my brother again, bags full of stolen fish. I'd like to taste that salmon the way my mother cooked it and hear her voice yelling at...

April 24, 2020

It’s evening and we are putting on layer upon layer against the cold. Hooded sweatshirts, hats, wool socks, boots, heavy coats.

"Are you ready?" he asks me.

"Just one more pair of gloves."

He laughs.

"Don't laugh. My hands get cold."

We go out the back door, escaping the pi...

April 17, 2020

I want to tell you about my girdles.

Well, if I'm honest, they were never my girdles. They were borrowed girdles.

A few years ago, I called my husband to tell him I'd be home late because I had to attend a wake.

"Who died?" he asked.

"My old baby sitter, Mrs. Coppola."

"Nev...

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