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Why are we like this

Why are we like this? Today.  On the day that the embryo storage fee is due, a sterile reminder, coming from accounts payable, of those potential life-giving cells that remain frozen together, hung in space and time, an ellipses, an … Continue reading

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Poutine (not Putin)

Montreal, 2012. Right after we were married. I took a train through the countryside of Ontario after a long work trip to meet Mike in Montreal. It all felt so foreign, so surreal. Just in arms-length of New York City. … Continue reading

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The season.

I see the dark silhouette of the tree. The backdrop is the soft pink sky. The tree’s green buds barely visible. This wiry elm didn’t get the news that spring came early this year. Its twists and turns more ominous … Continue reading

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Spring arrived again, like an old friend

Spring:  this is the season I thought I’d quit missing him, graduate into a steady state. All the birdsong, native honey bees, chatter of the hummingbird clutches filling the open spaces that grief creates in its wake. The jonquils and … Continue reading

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We are all still here.

I look at the tree in our front yard. Every year it shocks me. As if we’re in a conversation that is seemingly one-sided—mostly me, lamenting the lack of rain and how stressed the trees must be and wondering if … Continue reading

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Braiding, a poem.

The unstoppable, unquenchable chase for it. The home of a creature, a creature that captured bicarbonate and calcium from the sea around them and used it to grow and grow. Power over rather than power with. Smooth, textured, round, sharp, … Continue reading

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She reaches

She reaches for the sight of light at the windowearly in the morningsbetween us in our bed. Celeste, our daughter.Her eyes wide, fixed,  a steadfast gaze in the dusk of dawn.She’s started reaching this month,  chubby hands extending to the … Continue reading

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Memories of a clothing swap, memories of a life

A month into my breast cancer diagnosis, I was sitting with other young women, in all states of undress, all levels of high with medicinal weed, and half glasses of champagne and tea and electrolyte-infused drinks strewn about. The Mission … Continue reading

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You have my attention

I’m not a birder. I don’t have a bird list, traveling to the far reaches of the earth to see this bird or that bird, hear a his and hers call and response, marvel at the plumage and elaborate mating … Continue reading

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This is what moonlight feels like

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