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Silent: Listen by Another Name
I had no way of knowing what awaited us. Unwittingly, with our recent residential move, we traded in a constancy of sound for a sentinel of silence. During our first few days in the new house, I often found myself passing a whole hour within its void. The presence of absence felt pervasive, and my…
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Playing Catch
Like a pop foul ball that no one tried to catch, his words arced and landed with a quiet thump between them. After a long weekend of working an art show attended by defended and disengaged art viewers, the arrival of an eager and unlikely inquiry felt like medicine for Ken’s beleaguered creative spirit. “What…
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Unspoken Loss
I remember the day well. It began with the smell of worms. I’m not actually sure if worms have a smell, but my 7-year-old mind was convinced they did. I suspect the fact that boys were gleefully harvesting their sickly pinkish-brown bodies and slinging them at us girls had something to do with that association.…
