I should write a piece of YA flash fiction about what I could have done with all the time I spent worrying about and fussing with my hair between the time my mother gave up on it when I was seven, and when I decided to stop trying to battle my curls sometime in my mid…
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Suprise Me
Hair Time
Prompted By Hair
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I should write a piece of YA flash fiction about what I could have done with all the time I spent worrying about and fussing with my hair between the time my mother gave up on it when I was seven, and when I decided to stop trying to battle my curls sometime in my mid…
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Glory Days
Prompted By Anniversaries
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These are the anniversaries important to me (in no particular order).
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That Old Hot Iron Metaphor…
Prompted By Procrastination
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Peculiar to the English Language
Prompted By Spelling
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Shopping For Eternal Love
Prompted By Shopping Local
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"Bartender, drinks on the house for the entire castle!"
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Jim and Mara
Prompted By Neighbors
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I met her “Becky Thatcher-style”; she was painting the white post fence that separated our properties and I introduced myself. We quickly learned that we were both involved in the art world, she as Director/Curator of the Brattleboro Art Museum, I as a board member of the Rose Art Museum at Brandeis University. She gave…
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The End of the World, part two
Prompted By 9/11 Twenty Years Later
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In the last eighteen months, there have been so many tragedies that I couldn't even say which was the worst.
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Winter Sun
Prompted By Turning Points
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Winter Sun was unloading its guitars, the Fender keyboard, PA speakers, and microphones into my Andover Street garage. It was about 3 a.m. and we had just done a free gig to benefit the Dore Street Garage, a woman’s auto repair collective. This all happened in San Francisco when feminism’s second wave was rising strong,…
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Beyond Sex
Prompted By Sex, Drugs, and Rock & Roll
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I remember when sex seemed like the border between childhood and becoming an adult, shrouded in mystery and myth, perhaps wonderful and exciting but also dangerous and distasteful. Information was scant in my middle-America 1950’s childhood, but my mother managed to pre-empt more unreliable sources by explaining the basic “facts of life” in mildly appalling…
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