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After The Fire

The morning after the fire, I clear away the outdoor chairs and tables and barbeque and whatever else doesn’t belong

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Are you? Am I?

I didn’t even know the show was happening, not until a few days ago, when my friend told me he

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When I Was 11

I’d almost eclipsed my Pitfall high score on the Intellivision when my mom yelled up the stairs. We were leaving early for

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March Radness

Colin wasn’t my boss. But he was slightly older than me, and had been at the company longer, so he

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Living Halfway

Well, I wrote a book. I mean, I’ve written a few. But this one is different. This book started out

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Napoleon

She was alone for 36 years was my dad’s text to me this afternoon. Her husband died in 1980, but

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The Reminder

Now, more than ever, I hope you find your own reminder. Here’s mine. **** “Do you believe in Santa Claus?”

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The Beneath

They are rising and falling in front of me now, a fluke occasionally emerging on the tail end of a

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This Day

This day should be every day. I knew a guy whose first words, every morning before his feet hit the

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what carries me