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Fried Chicken on the Marrakesh Express

Fried Chicken on the Marrakesh Express With many restaurants closed for Ramadan, we resigned ourselves to a greasy meal of fast food in the train depot. While not happy about this, truth be told, I couldn’t look at another tagine … Continue reading

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Bringing my dad to the hospital

Bringing my dad to the hospital Regret is not quite the right word for how I feel about bringing my father to the hospital to die, but it comes pretty close. My father was a burly, no-nonsense man who wasn’t … Continue reading

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Just Do It Backwards

Just Do It Backwards 2012… “Game.” I bend my knees, arch my back, twist, a slingshot pulled back; for one frozen moment, I’m still as the tennis ball rises in the air. The spring uncoils: reaching high, I connect with … Continue reading

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Tuk-Tuk Hell, or Heaven

Tuk-Tuk Hell, or Heaven A description of hell from Barbara Kingsolver’s The Bean Trees: If you go visit hell, you will see a room like this kitchen. There is a pot of delicious stew on the table, with the most … Continue reading

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How to Respect Your Kid’s Intelligence and Ruin Easter All at the Same Time

Early one Easter morning, my older son crawled into my warm bed with my husband and me. He was about four years old at the time. “Mom,” he said, waking me. “I found my Easter egg basket and Dan’s too.” … Continue reading

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My Antonia Didn’t Change, But I Sure Did

My Ántonia Didn’t Change, But I Sure Did Deep in the pages of My Ántonia, I was shocked to find that the fortunes of the title character, an impoverished Bohemian girl, had changed since the last time I’d read the … Continue reading

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That’s the Way the Fortune Cookie Crumbles

This is part of a series, “Scene from a memoir I haven’t written yet.” Photo by Team Dalog That’s the Way the Fortune Cookie Crumbles Each person cracked open the crisp, sweet cookie to reveal the fortune inside. Laughing, groaning, … Continue reading

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Cornered on Bourbon and Canal

This is part of a series, “Scene from a memoir.” Cornered on Bourbon and Canal After driving from Connecticut for 28 straight hours through a winter storm that shut down Pennsylvania, we arrived in New Orleans exhausted, cranky, and starving, … Continue reading

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Kittens in a Drawer

This is part of a series, “Scene from a memoir I haven’t written yet.” Kittens in a Drawer I still remember that look on my mother’s face, a creeping mortification that her little girl, her only daughter, had a dark … Continue reading

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What’d You Do with the Money?

What’d You Do with the Money? “A long long time ago I can still remember how That music used to make me smile The bar had everything a dive should have: rows of motorcycles lined up out front, cheap drinks, … Continue reading

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