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The spacious rooms were filled with natural light from the walls of beachfront windows. After passing out the steaming mugs across the driftwood table, she sat opposite me. Taking her first sip from her pink mug, she asked, “Did I give you tea or coffee?” I took a discerning sip…
It was Julia* who rescued me that night on the karaoke stage. While I operate under no illusions that I can sing, I’d thought I could do a passable rendition of Red Hot Chili Peppers’ “Under the Bridge.” …
In retrospect, renting a taxidermied great horned owl for my kids was an obvious attempt to compensate for something.
Actually, it was an attempt to compensate for many things. First among them, of course, was Covid. By that point, October 2020, the kids had been cooped up with only their…
“I still believe that the unexamined life is not worth living: and I know that self-delusion, in the service of no matter what small or lofty cause, is a price no writer can afford. His subject is himself and the world and it requires every ounce of stamina he can…
Editor’s Note: This Medium Writers Challenge entry was added to Human Parts on November 4, 2021.
The event I had been anticipating all summer arrived — college freshman move-in day. The car was so tightly packed that it took three of us pushing and tugging to get the pillow into…
I was born three years after my parents gave my foster sister back. As far as my mother was concerned, I replaced her. My father, I’m not so sure. Josie would have been about six by then. My brother, Marc, was seven. …
Maybe I never did
When my two youngest kids were 3 and 5, my then-husband and I moved into a beautiful neighborhood with big oak trees and oversized yards. I’d wanted to live in this neighborhood for years. It was highly sought after and ‘the place to be’ in my…
Sometimes I almost forget that I’m not in the same place as you. This took me a few years to master and (let’s face it) I can never truly forget that I’m in a different dimension. …
You bring him home from the hospital, in our case so early that you haven’t yet bought him a bed.
You look at him, inscrutable in a quickly assembled bassinet, and set about understanding him.
You hold him.
You hold him until, and while, he learns to walk, then hold…
I have a friend who drives in silence; she lives in a rural area, so she spends a lot of time in her car going from one destination to another. This astounds me: no radio, no podcasts, no audio books? I cannot fathom it. The discord in my head is…
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