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on Joy and Sorrow

December 5, 2013

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I am sometimes filled with so much sadness when I think of DK and the losses I associate with having known him. And yet, the sorrow seems buffered now, as if wrapped in cotton wool. I know that is my psyche protecting me but I’m not sure it’s the best method of defense. There were […]

We have contact

November 7, 2013

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In the beginning: DK sends me an email. 

Books in Bath

September 23, 2013

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I traveled to Bath last week to see about a bookstore. I had never been to the Somerset city before, not in the years I lived in England nor during any of the many visits I have made in the years following. Of course I’d heard of it, but it wasn’t even on my list […]

Boxer briefs, flat files and a brief break

August 29, 2013

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 I had to make a Target run today. As I made my quick zip through the store grabbing the things I needed, I passed the men’s undergarments. Boxer briefs were on display. It is the damnedest  things sometimes that spark a memory. DK wore boxer briefs. Beautifully. Not that I ever saw him in them for […]

In the cards

June 14, 2013

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Digging through the back of a desk drawer the other day, I came across a large, bulky, unlabeled envelope. Perplexed, I dumped the contents onto my desk. It was a packet of things I had intended to give DK one night years ago. That winter night I remembered it just as he was leaving. He kissed […]

More Mouse

June 4, 2013

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“You tell me what you want and I’ll tell you what you get”  – From Ocean Breathes Salty by Modest Mouse Flipping through Quimby Mouse one more time before I slide him back into his hiding place beneath the world atlas, I realized I never filled in the printed nameplate on the inside cover. The […]

Quimby Mouse

May 9, 2013

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“I know just what I want to give you.” I’ve been immersed in books lately. Not so much reading, but sorting, organizing, rearranging. I stripped my big bookcase to clean it and the built-ins to paint the shelves. Once I started, I was compelled to go through the house collecting all of my books – […]