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Gone, baby, gone

There are so many things that happened when we were kids that I would love to forget. Instead, I remember the night we drove out into the country roads to sit in the car and drink (Bud for him, cheap … Continue reading

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Morpheus, At the End

I was on a cemetery tour I’d organized for the Obscura Society on Saturday, when my phone buzzed.  I didn’t check the message until the tour had ended and I was getting back into the car.  My husband’s text said, … Continue reading

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Letting Morpheus Go

In December 2012, we adopted a tiny black kitten from the local SPCA.  He was meant to be a companion for our older cat, another SPCA baby we called Nocturne. She was 3. The kitten was named Scrappy, because he’d … Continue reading

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Death & Dying at the Litquake

Yesterday I attended my first Litquake event of the season.  Lapham’s Quarterly convened a panel to read from their new issue on subjects close to my heart: Death & Dying. The description of the event listed John Crowley first in … Continue reading

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Watching people grieve

So I’m going to out myself and admit that I’m a Glee fan. I grew up in a competitive choir in high school.  I knew a lot of the characters that appear on the show.  It’s been a nostalgia hour … Continue reading

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