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Tripping the Lights… FANTASTIC
My husband and I arrived early to the concert hall and had only settled into our thoughtfully selected barstools for about 15 minutes before her laughter sliced the air with its mocking tone. With a nervous system too highly calibrated for such sounds, I remember my shoulders shooting up and my neck pulling downward as…
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Surface Tension
She vigorously moved the whisk with overt confidence, agitating the mixture as she explained, “I want to bring out all those beautiful, unctuous qualities.” Oooooo, unctuous, what an interesting sounding word, what exactly does it mean? I have always loved learning new words. And for as long as I can remember, I have read with…
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Mine, Yours, Ours: What Resides Between Us?
Light filtered through the stain glass windows creating tall pillars of color on the adjacent wall and a kaleidoscopic pattern across her head. For most of our time together, she sat among us with her eyes cast downward. With magician like skill, her hands repeatedly swapped a concealed object between them while her shoulders remained…
