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Monthly Archive for February, 2014

Qualified

It is me she has asked. To braid her hair. Me with the unqualified fingers. Fingers that feel thick like cucumbers. That grip wayward wisps too tightly or not at all and lump the hair accidentally as it sags from its grip. Fingers that pull first a bit here and then there til there is […]

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Graced

It is the voice of shame that leads him to the kitchen to cry alone. Shame that slumps his shoulders so that they stare at the silverware drawer and never grab a spoon. Shame and fear. He has estimated the worst. And cannot eat. Cannot lift his eyes to the same table where his sister […]

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Able

“Do you think that you are able, To do your math here at the table?”   “I will,” he says. “Because I’m able, Do my math here at the table.” I see fingers; I see paper. But my boy’s become a vapor.   The pencil moves; the paper slides. And math is done from deep […]

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The Birthday

The morning the rest of the country was supposing the outcome of the Superbowl and the 12th man, in particular, was a ball of nerves, and the groundhog saw his shadow, or he didn’t–that day–my husband quietly turned 44. No birthday song. It was early. And no fanfare, really. Not even a squeak from the […]

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When the Names Don’t Come

Because you don’t need the information and nor do I, I can tell you my friend April’s phone number from the fourth grade. My friend Carey’s, too. But I can’t tell you what it means when the names don’t come. Not even to the tip of my tongue. I saw my friend at the YMCA […]

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