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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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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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Under this last week’s day moon sun
As a kid for me the start of summer was always Memorial Day weekend because that was the first weekend we went to the beach every year. Like it really was startling to me, one of the openings in the field where I thought, ohh now I’m an adult, when I realized there were warm…
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New here
My son chooses Blonde on Blonde, All Summer Long which is Beach Boys, and Count Basie Best of when he calls now in response to me running my finger along today’s vinyl picks. The strawberries from Sam’s Club are from Watsonville and how the 101 used to smell like strawberries especially this time of year.…
Kel 