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Downtown, again
It is September, when my body draws me downtown again. When I crave the Ocean City where I came of age, of my childhood and wild years, the Ocean City where I first met my love. Now I come seeking that second season outbreath, my charged system heady and crunchy on arrival and aching to…
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Small love letter of thanks
There was a coffee shop in the hills of York County that took up the inside corner of a cluster of businesses. The buildings were grey and made to mimic old german facade, with the hardwood latticing and outlines that always make something in my soul strike. It changed hands, the corner coffee shop, and…
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Kitchn Witchn: Gram’s pot pie
Tonight I am going to write about practical kitchen magic. The lammas tide wraps behind us now and the starlitness of it twinkling the dark moon air. It is cousin Chelsea’s birthday on my mom’s side, daughter of my mom’s baby sister, and also Erika’s. This is the first year ever in all the years…
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Go Beserker
What language explains not having a break from caring for a 1 year old, except to work, then resume care, since Tuesday is making me feel like a spring about to go beserker against the wall or just numb, skinless blob of emotional mist hanging there on the air near the wall. Explains it without…
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when i was young &
when i was young & first started talking to god i told iti wanted to work in a rehab for my first real job, and was sure that’s what god would’ve wanted, and then it didn’t come through and i didn’t understand god didn’t want that for mee x e m p tion, explai nation…
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