Trapped I’m lying flat on my back on a yoga mat. It’s purple, clammy and smells of disinfectant. The instructions…
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What’s the score?
Just home from my own match, while catching up on the days play of the US Open tennis tournament, Doug…
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A Cement Wall and the Flailing Woman
Recurring Dream Ever since I was in grade school I’ve had a recurring dream. The particulars in my dream change…
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The Elephant in the Room
Cloud Cover I woke up this morning to thick cloud cover. Not literally, we south westerners wake to blue skies most…
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Everybody Does It
Popular Jury That gracious popular jury called everybody, provides such comfort to our guilty hearts. Last Saturday those judges convened…
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