We parked beside a minivan of Trump voters. At least we joked that’s what they were when the driver veered in front of us at the stoplight, just before turning into the Mall of America parking garage. Out on the highway, Elizabeth, who was driving, had been labeling all the vehicles we passed. Well-put-together older […]
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I have almost reached my three year blogiversary. Not quite. But in honor of it, today I present the first post I ever published, and still one of my favorites, entitled “I Call My Brother Fat Boy.” P.S. I seldom call him Fat Boy anymore. But I just did the other day, and yes, he
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Well it finally happened. The big 3-0. Sunday night my family threw a party for me. There was angel food cake, and black bean salsa, and tapioca, and tea. And family! And presents! It felt like Christmas. Unfortunately, all the pictures taken were taken on a camera that had no memory card and, apparently, no
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Or rather, in my writing Hut. When I set my first mouse trap in my forest van sanctuary, I felt I was committing an unethical act akin to that of the American military rounding up Natives–if not in magnitude, at least in attitude. After all, this was the traditional territory of mice, woodpeckers, and poison
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Saturday evening, while the rest of my siblings went to a tortilla-making party, I opted to sit at my desk in my room and stare out the window at the sunset, brilliant fire in the sky, and write an email. “Come on!” they had said to me before we parted ways–we were in cars in
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