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a red letter day
I’m sure he exists, but I have never seen the mailman where I live in Mexico. Regardless, I still peek into the letterbox every day, the way I used to all those years I lived in Arizona when there was likely to be an envelope marked By Air Mail, Par Avion waiting for me in the mailbox in front of our…
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When the sun stops …
Dawn light began stealingThrough the cold universe to County Meath, Over weirs where the Boyne water, fulgent, darkling,Turns its thick axle, over rick-sized stonesMillennia deep in their own unmoving And unmoved alignment. (from A Dream of Solstice by Seamus Heaney) Winter Solstice is the turning point I look forward to each year. The day after my daughter’s birthday, it is…
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Enniskillen lingers
It never occurred to me that I was a child of The Troubles until I stumbled upon a scholarly dissertation about Northern Ireland. As a child, I was usually at a safe distance from “The Troubles,” I saw at 6 o’clock every evening when we turned on the news or the odd time our kitchen window rattled when a bomb…
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last birthday: june 12, 2018
June 12, 2018 It is her birthday today, and she is dying. Curled up in a fetal position, in a cloud of morphine, she is not going to recover. On her Facebook page, a string of tender and tentative birthday wishes on social media soften the blow. Distance – virtual and real – helps conceal the truth. The man I…