Category Archives: creative nonfiction

Forgetting/Remembering

A memory of Lena, age 5. What she remembers: We are facing each other on the bed at night. She nervously confides to me that she likes a boy. I laugh in her face. What I remember: She tells me … Continue reading

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Dad/Death/Dog

My dad died while I was walking the dog. Or maybe while I was driving back from the dog park. I was at the farthest end of the park when my brother called me and told me it was almost … Continue reading

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Catching Up/Creative Nonfiction/Corrections/TriCks of Memory

I wrote Birdie yesterday, though it had been bumping around in my head for a few days before, and that memory has been with me for nearly 50 years (gasp). It is mostly true, though I added details that seemed … Continue reading

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Birdie

Birdie lived across the street from me, and she was a year younger, so of course I couldn’t like her. Plus, her brother was in my grade and a boy. And our angry fathers did not like each other. So … Continue reading

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Blogging from A to Z

So, I’ve decided to blog again this April. Last April I posted EVERY DAY for Poetry month, even though I’m not really a poet. This year I’m joining another blogging phenomenon, called A to Z. Thousands of us will blog … Continue reading

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Memory

I’d like to go to that city and see the man I lost my virginity to. His wife is on Facebook and I’ve seen a picture of them from 2009, with two nieces and his 80-plus-year-old father, whom I knew … Continue reading

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Post Office

Everyone calls in sick at the Post Office today, except for a nice blond woman who is already frazzled by 9:15. She is helping a man send a box which once held vodka and now holds toys. “How many toys?” … Continue reading

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