Tag Archives: dVerse

A Toast to Childhood

“Cheers, everyone!” Glasses raise in salute. “Clink glasses!” a child calls. Same granddaughter who clapped and “yay”ed following a somber hymn at my dad’s funeral. That’s how her performances are received. I smile and bend down toward her happy face. … Continue reading

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world afire

Had we only raked the forest floors we could have stopped the fires. If we built a higher wall, tear gas wouldn’t cross the border. There is no global warming; can’t you feel the cold rain falling on the fallen? … Continue reading

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The Big Reveal

It is weeks in the making. First the design is conceived, drawn and copied for a pattern to attach to the worktable. Glass is selected by color, texture, opacity… or sometimes simply availability and affordability. The glass is cut, ground … Continue reading

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Insider

Your conspiratorial wink seeks my complicit nod. A pact, an inside joke among us privileged. What’s the punch line today? Racism? Xenophobia? Homophobia? Today the tacit agreement ends. I will look you in the eye – unflinchingly – and say, … Continue reading

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A Sketchy Story

Once upon a stormy night, it was a dark and dreary time. Did you hear the one about… You’re not going to believe this rhyme. It all begins on Halloween, this scary tale I’ve yet to weave. I do not … Continue reading

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Old but New

I don’t know when the original hardwood flooring was covered with carpet. Times change. Tastes change. A beautiful, gleaming oak floor in the mid-fifties came – over time – to be seen as an outdated, cold, hard to maintain surface. … Continue reading

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The Visit

“You’re early!” she complains. “Better early than late, right?” I smile. “Better early than never, I suppose.” I’m not so sure. Too late for never, though. “I’ll go,” I say. She scowls. “And come back when?” Never say never, I’m … Continue reading

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