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Revenge

Not sure how or why this memory from back in the day popped up, but this morning it did. Here goes. my first apartment When I was 27 years old I had just started my first business--cleverly named, at least to me, Do The Write Thing. Spike Lee's same-named-differently-spelled movie had been released a few years…

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Duck, duck

When I was a kid--I don't know exactly when; maybe when I was 10 or 11 years old--my mother made duck. A whole roasted duck. It was, by far, one of the most miserable what's-for-dinner? memories in my childhood life. It may have been for my mother, as well, and if my younger siblings remember that…

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Homeland

I know better than to be fooled by the FEELING of spring in the air. I live in Maryland--have most of my life--and I know even a mild winter such as how this one has felt can still produce some significant snowfall in the final six weeks of its season before the Vernal Equinox marks the…

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But how?

When I was eight or nine years old, one of my teachers told our class a story that has stayed with me all these decades since. Here is what my mind remembers. There were two sisters--identical twins--who'd been put up for adoption as infants. They were adopted out individually and neither knew of each other's existence.…

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Searching

I slept fitfully, woke up with inflamed and puffy eyes, felt sore all over, felt digestively uneasy and upon seeing my super-puffy face in the mirror said, aloud, "What? What did I eat yesterday to cause this?"   I scanned my memory looking for something that might be the cause: avocado and egg? no; a…

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