Despite the bracing chill and ensuing rainstorm on Sunday, a substantial crowd filled the field…
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The fence. I have passed it many times, hundreds of times, countless times. It was…
Once, when maybe eight years old, I was inspired to write a poem. It came…
My bougainvillea are browned and withered. I tried to coax them along, speaking compliments aloud,…
In the days prior to an outpatient procedure which, though minor, requires anesthetic, I ponder…
Topanga Nutcracker through the Eyes of Evacuation For a few months every year, young children,…
The colors splay across the November sky; purples, pinks, and deep streaks of orange, as…