Ode to Santa
I heard the siren this evening as I talked to my daughter and yelled, “It’s Santa!!!” I tripped over the dog and fell into the window by the front door,…
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We Really Are the World
I was four years old when I told the first real lie to my mother. I had gotten mad because I couldn’t have a snack, so I kicked the refrigerator…
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When We Change the Way We Look at Things
Throughout my life they have been my narrators Sitting on power lines and rooftops as they caw And quietly flap their wings as I walk at night My story would…
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I Have a Secret to Tell You
Do you want to make a lot of people visit a garden? Call it the Secret Garden. Want a government employee to sound alluring? Call him or her a Secret…
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Michael Myers and My Shadows
I am hiding upstairs. Why? Because it’s Halloween and I have a maniacal dog who attacks the door every time the doorbell rings and, because, I hate Halloween. It’s true.…
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