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part I of today

Dear Lone Tree- Today was everything. And it was nothing. Today, my best friend at the age of forty years old gave birth to her first child. I never had children. She was my last best girlfriend that had not had a child. If you are middle-aged and childless, you know the connection of which…

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missing her, and you

Dear B- I miss her, you know? It was so difficult towards the end with the endless panicked phone calls. Where are you? Are you okay? When are you getting home? Of course, this was before cell phones, thankfully — but my poor housemates — coming home to an answering machine full of messages, none…

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the thing about it is

  Beware. Those about you are watching. They may not seem to pay you much mind until something, something you do bears the scent of something closer by, something of the self, and then… then the phone rings. A text msg. is fired across the bow. And all those good feelings of being connected to…

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cage door is open

B- Today the chains have broken; whatever tethered my heart yesterday to such a dark, dank place, has lifted. Thankfully. Of course all of it is in my head, I know this. But it was everything I could do not scream out loud, “I can’t take this anymore!” What was I so unhinged about? I…

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the light at the end

Dear Light at the End of the Tunnel- Being alone all the time is not good for anyone. The weekend guests at the house and their two young dogs remind me of this. The dirty glasses in the sink, the pile of muddy dog towels in the corner, the smell of a new kind of…

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House on the way to work

Dear house on the way to work- Pretty sure I’m in love with you. The trees that line your driveway and the stone chimney in the center of your roof. Your green door and white shingles. To me, you are perfect in every way. You make me dream of things like large family dinners and…

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flight of the butterfly

Dear body- I’m sorry you can never make me happy. Really, I feel badly about this. You work tirelessly, 24 hours 7 days a week, and yet I still complain. You pump the blood and breathe the oxygen and help me reach for things when I’m hungry. You operate a motor vehicle, foot pedals and…

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yellow bird at rest

Dear Yellow Bird- What happened to you? All that’s left is the bright plume of yellow and white feathers scattered on the forest floor. I can’t find your bones. But you could not have been very big, your longest feather the length of my index finger. I can’t imagine someone as tiny and bright as…

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