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Pub crawl

We’d lost count of the bars. Nine? Thirteen? It was impossible to say. At first we had a pint per pub, but then there were shots. And now mayhem.

I’d piggy-backed a man who had run shirtless through a parking lot, and dumped both of … Read more

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The Cure

On my side, I’d stretched across one of the war memorials on the parade ground. When I’d arrived, the stone had been warm from the fall afternoon, but now it was dusk, and colder. My Walkman played something earnest, and I’d decided to go inside … Read more

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Love Story, redrafted

The day marriage equality was approved by voters in Washington State, my wife and I were watching the returns online. She was lying in bed, recovering from surgery. I kept calling out numbers, and crying. It was 2012, when I still thought Mitt Romney and … Read more

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Do you have a maroon jacket?

There are only two people in the band who are under 70, and one is my son. He plays third trumpet, and watches the bandleader and the first trumpet for signals. You’d think he’d been doing this forever. Swapping out mutes, keeping time with his … Read more

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But what does it all mean?

A friend of mine, who makes gorgeous jewelry, and has spent her career researching symbolism and spirituality, asked me recently if it was enough to make beautiful art. Is beauty without meaning enough?

In December of this year, I’ll have spent half of my … Read more

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The boy on the stage

My son is what used to be called dreamy. A child with worlds inside him, and a narrative always mid-story. This week, I’ve been at his school every day. A band and orchestra concert. An afternoon of running to raise funds for the school. The … Read more

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Walk it off

I’m reading Cheryl Strayed’s Wild, and I’m struck by the way she is brave, defiant, vulnerable, and often embarrassing. It takes courage to write about how we’re ridiculous. Human. I was younger than she was when I set off for Europe by myself. Determined to … Read more

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October child

I biked up the hill until I was 37 weeks pregnant. It was the slowest biking you have ever seen. At times, I felt like I might just tip sideways there was so little forward momentum.

When we first started dating, Mary wanted to hear … Read more

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Make a joyful noise

On car trips when I was a child, we listened to Roger Whittaker. Hours and hours of Roger Whittaker. Lionel Jeffries reading Winnie the Pooh, Sesame Street sing alongs, and Roger Whittaker. Otherwise, we heard music in church on Sunday. White people hymns: the burden … Read more

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Space Poodle

If I were going to tell a story about heroism, it would start with a girl and her dog.

I’ll be forty in a matter of days now.

And my life is quieter now than it used to be. More studied and less reverential. I’m … Read more

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