"B" Stings

Friday, October 26, 2012

In My Bathroom

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I am in the bathroom of my apartment in Fairfax, California. I have been here for a long time, at this point close to an hour. No, I do not ...
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Friday, October 19, 2012

Concerning Cobwebs

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Cobwebs.  They are actually spiderwebs with an implication of dustiness and disuse. Abandoned spiderwebs, perhaps.  You are supposed to...
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Thursday, October 11, 2012

Interpreting Uncle Irwin

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Uncle Irwin "Is that Santa?" The black and white photo was of a bearded elderly man wearing a smile that seemed mischiev...
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Tuesday, September 25, 2012

In Retrospect

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In retrospect, I would have let Nursie rule my life sooner. She is, after all, my inner voice of caution and common sense, similar but not ...
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Monday, September 10, 2012

Honoring McEwan

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My friendships have always been limited to a few people -- individuals whose unique qualities make it virtually impossible to l...
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Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Regarding Deja Vu

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I no longer experience this phenomenon very often these days. When I was a child, though,  it happened on a regular basis. A fr...
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Monday, September 3, 2012

Criminals and Kindergartners

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The days are getting shorter; the nights longer. That, at least, remains within the range of predictability. However, I can't hel...
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Back in my mid-twenties I held a lowly clerical job in a San Francisco-based corporation. One day I was pulled from my regular duties and asked to go over various files in order to destroy evidence of price fixing. This new assignment violated my code of ethics and I was in the process of considering how and when to launch my protest when my in-laws decided to pay us a visit. Naturally, I spoke to them about my job dilemma since it weighed heavily on my mind. Here's what my father-in-law said: "Listen, tootsie, if your boss tells you to do something, YOU DO IT!" We (my husband, his parents and I) were seated in our small apartment drinking wine.Thus, my reaction to my father-in-law's admonishment was to hurl my wine glass in the general vicinity of his head. I am not proud of this criminally violent and shockingly immature behavior and, in retrospect, I regretted that I had not opted for a cleverer and more graceful way to address my father-in-law's misogynistic posturing. As the years progressed, I learned to act on the (formulaic) advice I gave my students -- "Use your words!"
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