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Why I Wrote
It all started with King Koala. Well, that and my dad. He’d written a handful of books while he lived and taught in Australia, around the time I was born. Then in second grade, after I was back in the States and had lost my accent, I penned and illustrated a series of stories about…
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A Very Sappy Dream
Long dreams last night. I recall a subway line going through a shopping mall—as opposed to escelators—much more fun if you ask me. But I don’t recall much else. I don’t spend my showers replaying my dreams (most of the time) as I used to (most of the time). I do recall sitting in a…
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Columbia
Work dreams aren’t the norm except for when they are and when they are they’re not welcome. As with most things this is not always true, as my rare jaunts into the early nineties where I’m surrounded by the constant buzzing of McDonald’s fryers and I’m smiling because, despite only taking up a year of…
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A New Beginning
Writing. It used to be easy for me. Easy-peasy. But then again, a lot of things used to be easier for me. Faith, Hope, and Love, to mention only three. And friendship to the n‘th degree. Sacrifice. Peopling in general. But sleep, no, sleep has always been a known quantity, a relentless struggle to fall…
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Sex, Condoms, and Falling in Love
Scattered somewhere in the middle of my dreams last night I saw a young woman who was, as near as I could tell, a recent romantic interest. I don’t recall what she looked like, only that we were going to have sex, maybe for the second time, and I’d asked her to go find a…