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This is about the time it takes to make a change: it takes a minute and a year and maybe ten years. And then you wake up and you commit to it: You Have Changed.

No one can tell though. They just think you are spaced out, an(more)
I am in my wooden nest, freshly bedded, waiting for words to come.

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He made the mistake of revisiting old communications, of dredging. He thought he would find silt, but instead he found thousands of bones.

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Last week my husband cal(more)
Yesterday, my daughter sat by the window with index cards and colored pencils, trying to draw the landscape outside. She sighed and threw a pencil against the glass. I looked up from the computer and asked what was wrong.
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I have it all.

When we took inventory, we found that we had more than we thought, which is a good problem to have, but it still messed up the books, and we thought about ways to make the extra stuff disappear. In the end, I stayed u(more)
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I have never been a good swimmer. I took lessons from a woman named Beverly, who had a pool in her backyard, and for years I would jump in and tread water, never committing to the strokes. I could stay afloat and move toward the edge, but I didn't(more)
I know that some people have an easy time with their size, that they can walk without tripping, that they know where they end and the space around them begins. My daughter does not. A year ago I saw this as an age-related curiosity. I wondered if her small(more)
When my daughter learned to write, she traced her letters carefully in a dry erase book. I would pack the book and pen in my bag when we headed to the coffee shop, and she would sit for an hour at a time moving the felt tip over the(more)
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Between now and the last time, I have been busy with work. I don't think there is anything wrong with what I am doing now, making my living, but every Tuesday morning I get afraid that if I keep doing this, something about me will rinse off.(more)
On Wikipedia, there is an entry for my ancestor. If I were to walk in Manhattan, I could find the location of her house, stand on that bit of ground. I could look across the river and try to find the bit of land on which this woman settled,(more)
"You would love your cousin Randall. He's a real honky," said my grandmother to my sister. Upon clarification it was discovered that she meant preppy. "Oh, yes. Preppy."

When I stayed with Randall in the Northeast, I was 16. He warned me that we'd get looks at the(more)
My daughter is finally speaking. She can now carry on conversations and has favored phrases. If she enjoys a book, she exclaims, "It is a good book INDEED!" I asked my husband where she got this antiquated expression, and he raised one eyebrow, reminding me that my lexicon is(more)
I had gone in with a complaint feminine in nature: stomach troubles. With health insurance for the first time in my life, I found myself in and out of the doctor's office on whims, because I could, and because it seemed that I had been ignoring things in myself(more)
My grandfather never called me by my name. "Maya," he said, "What do you want? Anything in the world. Anything." By which he meant, rubbing his hands together at the Cost-Mart, that I could have Almond Roca and a new set of pens.
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Outside of Santa Fe.  We were drinking from a running stream. An old man kept a tin can overturned on a branch, and that cold sweet water was like nothing I had known. We made our way up the mountain, where I was given a birthday gift of a new(more)
It was raining, the kind of fat and unsteady drops that seem to quake as they plummet. No raincoat. I filled a paper sack with crabapples in hopes of making jelly, while girls sat on a cargo wagon.

Drying by the fire, we admired our small family i(more)