Category Archives: Reprint

Silence

You cannot believe it is time for her to leave. Fifteen years. Really? You were only ten when she started working for your family, probably her first expat family. She had worked for local families before yours, you know. She … Continue reading

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A Sensitive Ear

They say he is autistic. When his parents first told me that this was what the specialists had determined, I was skeptical. I knew what autism was, and had even been around autistic children before, particularly during a time when … Continue reading

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Beyond a Window of Light

Yesterday the dog laid his muzzle on the rug, one paw on my leg, his signal for petting, his eyes flat as my Aunt’s when she sank in her chair, staring beyond the window of light she once reflected. Today, … Continue reading

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All the Time Running

Even when you see it coming, leave tread prints behind, you’ll wonder about this moment, this curve at dusk, the dog chasing a coyote across a field, the coyote losing ground each time he checks his pursuer, all the time … Continue reading

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In the Same Place

I miss the man four tables over, sitting alone, tapping his glass. I miss the man waiting with notebook in the class I never took. I turn too late to the man in the gallery admiring the same painting, the … Continue reading

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Hands

Of a thousand hands I’d know my father’s, long fingers shaped like oars, the index scar, the flat, grooved nails, hands that fixed the doll’s arm, mended Whisker’s ear, checked homework. Those hands grated Romano over Sunday pasta, curled around … Continue reading

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Summer at Twelve

The girls at the swimming pool, sudden goddesses in bathing suits, seemingly deified overnight then dressed but barely covered to us, full of mystery, their bodies just learning to curve, to giggle, to capture our fascination as we forget all … Continue reading

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