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A gold pocketwatch that keeps perfect time

Am in the middle of Karen Thompson Walker’s The Age of Miracles, and continue to be haunted by something that happens within the first 70 pages or so. The narrator, an 11-year-old … Continue reading

June 28, 2012 · Leave a comment

Dear Diary: My teenage angst now has a body count

I keep thinking about the movie Heathers, which I last watched in October, with Shaun. We had had something of a Winona Ryder moviethon. I liked young Winona. Or I … Continue reading

February 2, 2012 · Leave a comment

These are not my hands

This  is not my hand, though I’ve often said It’s time to let go; it will be OK to Avery, when he is stuck on the monkey bars, and to … Continue reading

January 31, 2012 · Leave a comment

Worry about nothing, as fast as you can

I used to worry about everything, but mostly I worried about what people thought about me. And I suppose I still care what people think about me, the way I … Continue reading

January 24, 2012 · Leave a comment

What do I have to lose?

Sometimes I wonder about the way things turn out, and about paths that lead you where you’re meant to be, and about the decisions you make and the outcome of … Continue reading

January 18, 2012 · 1 Comment

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