The Passive-Aggressive Hurricane Move

3:22 a.m. We'd collapsed into sheets the texture of sandpaper some few hours before, and I briefly woke. Blanca woke with me, so I stroked her head and down she dropped back to sleep and so did I.... for about three seconds until something skittered across my arm. With a shout and a leap I …

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A Man, His Wife, Her Neurotic Cat and His Tranquilizers Take a Road Trip

What could go wrong? We've left the Lone Star State, our home for many years, moving East and I seem to be on a reverse trajectory through life, erasing all those miles my ancestors put between Virginia Colony and me, their distant descendant. The move went as well as a move can go, with the exception …

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Chaos before the Calm

The feeling of something forgotten, something important forgotten, only suddenly remembered when it's about too late? Yes, that slender, icy arrow to the heart as one's head pops up out of whatever had distracted one, say, the bed covered with the contents of one's closet: two giant plastic tubs full of winter clothing; camera equipment; hat …

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Texas: Popping Up and Being Awesome

My senior year of high school, I dated a boy named Robert. He was an unlikely candidate for the job, actually, but in the weeks preceding our first actual date, wherever I was, he just kept popping up, being awesome. For some time now I have realized that, like Robert so many years ago, Texas …

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