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The Butterfly Was One of Three

The butterfly was one of three that decorated my fortieth birthday cake.  The white arrowhead my grandfather found when he was young, perhaps as young as he was when the nearby picture of him was taken in his doughboy uniform. The baby hairbrush just below that picture belonged to his firstborn daughter, my mother, who […]

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Part Time Wrecker Driver

Wanted: Financial Reporting Accountant…..Programmer Analyst…..Hospice Social Worker and Bereavement Counselor…..Assertive Community Treatment Team Leader…..Second Shift Vacuum Coating Technician…..Part Time Wrecker Driver Last winter, just before Christmas, I applied for a job at the Trinity Lutheran Church.  Secretary.  Part Time.  “Pastor Peggy” returned my email within minutes to say that I was perfect for the job.  However, […]

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Adorably Imperfect

I can’t get my therapist to feel sorry for me. Last week, during our weekly session on the third floor of the First Baptist Church, where the Brattleboro Pastoral Counseling Center operates rent free, I tried.  In an effort to demonstrate my firm grip on reality, I fired off a list of “incompletes,” things considered […]

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The Barefoot Brainless Insomniac Muse

“A page-turning thrill ride that will leave readers holding their breath!” “A poignant, no-holds barred, kick-ass memoir that will grab you by the throat and shake you to your core!” ” Grabs you by the throat and pulls you into it from the very beginning!” “We’ve finally got a book to screech and howl about!  A […]

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When I’m Sixty-Four

If a picture is worth a thousand words, then two pictures can tell a great story. Various diseases can affect the muscles that can slow the flow of blood, lead to erectile disfunction. Most likely you already read slightly about it. Studies demonstrated, that both men and women suffer from sexual dysfunctions. A lot of […]

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Murder on Main Street

Brattleboro, Vermont has been my home for thirty-eight years.  When I first arrived, I was told by a number of people that I would have to be a resident for sixty years in order to be considered a Vermonter.  Fair enough.  I was there to get through college.  I had no intention of staying on, […]

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Tender is the Invisible Light in August

It was a bright clear day, a sunny afternoon overshadowed by dismal thoughts.  I was standing in the Hotel Pharmacy, feeling beat.  Beat as in defeated, not tired.  The folks at the Hotel Pharmacy are competent, compassionate people.  They were being especially compassionate with me, perhaps because they sensed my anxiety or had even detected […]

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