Exiled In Toyland
Sunday, September 28, 2014

Dating pool

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The boy looked up at me with sheepish hope. His voice was so low I could hardly hear. I asked him to repeat the words again. ...
Sunday, September 21, 2014

Time and space

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She sat across from me at the dining room table, sipping coffee. Exactly thirty-five minutes and thirty-seven seconds earlier we had ...
Sunday, September 14, 2014

One last ride

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She sidled up to the chipmunk, as she had so many times over the last 10 seasons, and twisted around to look up. Her squint-eyed expressi...
Sunday, September 07, 2014

Back to school ... part 2

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The first day of school is an event celebrated annually by most American families as if it were a delicate skirmish that hinges o...
Sunday, August 31, 2014

Back to School with the Stooges

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He plunked himself down in the middle of the aisle, and, sitting criss-cross-applesauce, scowled at his choices. I consider...
Sunday, August 24, 2014

Old married couple

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I can't get to sleep. I just watch the clock as its glowing, lime green numbers mark the passing of another minute. ...
Sunday, August 17, 2014

Silently, stalwartly, doggedly there

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Every fall, for the last few years of her life, my father took the dog of my childhood on a solemn walk. Together they...
Sunday, August 10, 2014

Growth season

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The tomatoes have already started to redden, something that hasn't happened by late-July in the whole history of my pretendin...
Sunday, August 03, 2014

Community theater

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This theater has seen better days. It's also seen worse ones. The stage is small. There is barely a backstage, let alon...
Sunday, July 27, 2014

Speaking the language

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I never thought of myself as bilingual until recently. Ok, perhaps “bilingual” is pushing it a bit. It'...
Sunday, July 20, 2014

An epic in a fraction of a second

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It always happens in a fraction of a second, or so they say. The bad things more than the good, or so it seems. A fraction of a second....
Sunday, July 13, 2014

Armchair investigations

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All I wanted was an address. It was innocent, really. I had to send a thank-you note but only had a phone number. For some reason tha...
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Sunday, July 06, 2014

Short leash

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The kids are gone for the morning. The house is quiet. The air outside isn't stifling just yet. It's just the dog ...
Sunday, June 29, 2014

Not so foreign

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I saw “Karate Kid” when it first came out in movie theaters. Since that evening in 1984 I've encountered countless children d...
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