fiction
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How clean is your garage? That’s assuming you have a garage, of course. If you’re lucky – or smart – you don’t have one and in that case you can simply read this and make fun of your family and friends who do have one of the damn things. Here’s another question: how clean is
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I asked a small group of people – all writers and editors – to give me a list of things they couldn’t do without. Being writers, and with imposed or self-imposed deadlines, they sent their lists to me anyway. I’d like to think it’s because they like me or found this interesting. However, I know
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On a quiet Tuesday evening a few years ago I was sitting with my father in his room at San Diego Hospice. He hadn’t spoken in a day or so and I was watching his face and hearing him breathe and just stayed close. As I sat there I saw his hands. Hands I have
Words + Dreams 