Loss

It doesn’t feel like real loss. Not yet. Please know, I’d have shed the tears (borrowed from that future when it finally hits home) at your funeral, if I could have. Would that have honored more than their lack? I meant no disrespect. But even facing you then the loss didn’t hit home.  What did … Continue reading Loss

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Roast Chicken

  Something about the words "roast chicken" bring to mind table fare of a bygone age. Mother in pearls. Kids playing stickball. Fedoras and credenzas and communist fear along with rampant sexism and racism... you know. The past! (What- you expected rose colors glasses out of an anthropologist with a minor in history? Pashaw.) This … Continue reading Roast Chicken