memories
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It’s been a little while since I’ve been kissed. It’s been longer since I’ve been kissed well. My first kiss was at summer camp when I was 12. A boy named Mark told me he liked me and kissed me on the lips at the mid-week dance. I was thrilled and enthralled by Mark, and…
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I’ve been thinking about places. I’ve been thinking about how places hold memories of sense and feeling. There was a big old maple tree behind my childhood home, part of an abandoned farm. The ghost of a barn lay crumbling there, along with the rusty skeleton of an old VW bug. I was afraid to…
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It’s my birthday week. Yes, I’m a Leo. Big surprise! Many years ago, I hated to have people acknowledge my birthday. I was worried about the attention. I both craved it and feared that it wouldn’t feel like enough. I think I’ve learned that I was worried no one would remember or care about my…
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I was driving for a couple of hours recently and a song came on my shuffle: “Delicate” by Damien Rice. It’s a slow, sweet song about how tender – delicate – a new relationship can be, how the two people take things slowly and quietly. There’s a question in the chorus about what it all might…
