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After the meeting I feel depleted, empty. I return home to the house, the woodstove, the dog and cats, the gerbils tucked together into a tight ball in their plastic tunnel. This internal absence follows me and I try to open my hands, my heart to it. I...
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Tiny nose, bulging eyes, whir of white whiskers. Pin-prick precision fingers carry bedding, clutch seeds. Nest, burrow, run ‘round the wheel. The cat, obsessed, incensed, broods on top of her cage sniffing, spying, swatting. * * *...
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Almost to the library’s exit, he stops and leans in the office window. He’s Dennis the Menace with a buzz cut. His puffy red winter coat hangs unzipped and flapping, bright blue rain boots peak out from under brown fleecy pants. Two library...
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Teaching is the closest I get to extroversion, which explains why I (a fierce introvert) bottom out after every class. When it’s going well I have a sense of flow. Connected to the materials I’m presenting, I start to scat a little like a jazz singer,...
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(Ah, friends. Welcome. It’s still January, I have 7 more days of teaching to go. My husband has manned five pediatric sick appointments in the last two weeks and today we return together with our oldest son who’s illness doesn’t...
