Category: Little Epiphanies
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Frolicking with Friends in the Fall
I like Fall best of all. It is when the earth and everything on it surrenders to our inherent mortality, when death is in the air and the bright gifts of Spring wither. It is the reminder that all good things come to an end, as will we, and that we must cherish everything we…
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Madrid by Mavi
In a strange city, it can be hard to break through all the surfaces meant to keep you at bay. But if the city pulses as if you were standing on the back of a sleeping beast; if behind each shuttered window you sense a ruby-red secret; if you fear you will die of hyper-ventilated…
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Welcome to My World
Nothing is as it seems except the wind rustling the leaves in the trees.
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People of Tango: Amelia
Listen to the audio version here: When she was younger, Amelia was chosen to be the Beauty Queen of her local shooting club in Baradero, Argentina. In the 1990s, with her children out of the house, she and her husband moved to Buenos Aires, where there was more to do. “I was always brimming with…
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God is a Stranger
I could have ambled slowly over — a way of hedging my bets — but I knew instinctively that everyone had a role to play in this little drama. Just then mine was to come up short, stand forlorn in their swirling backwash and let my pack fall to the ground in desperation. I played…
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Where the Memories Go
He heard their voices on the far shore. He couldn’t make out the words exactly; instead the sounds came as imperfect, jumbled packets of energy over the water: the soft patter of distant conversation, an excited shriek that echoed, a gaggle of voices around a bonfire, celebrating. He stood still listening to those voices, wanting…
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The Lofty and the Low
My ancestors were a jumbled mix: there were doctors, an immigrant who became an industrialist, a journalist who migrated from the East Coast to California on bicycle, hard-working, long-suffering Irish stock that toiled in Nebraska and Kansas. There are high achievers, ne’er-do-wells and some outsiders like myself who took a more meandering path.
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Sue’s Motel
With his beard and his yellowing teeth and his paunch always sticking out from under his shirt Harry’s been letting go for a long time but that night I loved him more than ever for going along and trying to make me happy even if we all know it won’t make a bit of difference.