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The Wonky Tree of Possibility

They say that we are primed to notice what’s wrong, to anticipate danger, and to remember bad things and disasters. Life as a new stepmom is full of hard moments. I could fill pages with stories of rejection and misunderstanding and … Continue reading

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All the Dresses

A huge attic with dresses and dresses and more dresses, all free for the taking, provided, only and simply, that they fit and I like them. So I try them. Dresses I thought wouldn’t look good, do, and dresses I … Continue reading

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The cat is my witness

Dear My Love’s 11-year-old Daughter, You came to be with us for a week last night. You seemed happy, excited even, when you arrived, and I sensed you to be more comfortable and yourself around me. After supper –pizza!– your … Continue reading

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Smooth back my hair, I want to stay soft.

We took the canoe out on the pond last night. I had gotten off the bus just before Rosewood so I could walk down Belknap, our cross-fingers soon-to-be street. When I got to the pond, you were there already, as were several people on … Continue reading

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Wasn’t made for these times?

My love, You asked for unfiltered… Here, the things I couldn’t say last night: I feel bitter. I feel brittle. Resentful. Jealous. Paranoid. Probably I feel afraid, but it’s harder to get to that base layer of afraid. Bitter, on … Continue reading

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On this harvest moon.

You stopped by, asking for me, and I wasn’t here. You and May. Last night. Saffron told me. And tonight I could cry and cry. You must be tired of hearing me go on and on about family. What a … Continue reading

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Things I’d write if I didn’t have writer’s block

I want to write a letter. A letter to Charlotte. Charlotte Piper, the girl I never had. I want to write about sensible shoes. And how tiresome they can be. Also glass slippers. And how much they can hurt. I … Continue reading

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