Chisinau, 2017

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There are moments of stillness and moments of motion. The evening of my arrival in Chisinau, I take a slow walk down the frozen...

His Grandma Blues

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His grandma is angry. His grandma is angry because he’s hungry. She bluntly expresses her wish to cut him into two in a single...

The Joy of Agony

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I am paid every month to be a 72-year-old woman. Though the payment is only on paper, so is her mode of expression. She...

The Secret Life of an Old Maine Shoe

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The shoe didn't fit, but its worn condition told me that it had fit someone once, some woman to be more exact; but that...

City Birds

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The turkeys are out in Cambridge. I passed one this morning on my way to church: a large male in full feather, his tail...

Of the Bridal Event at Filene’s Basement, Downtown Crossing, Ten Years...

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I used to feel that I would just fly directly off the Down escalator one day, following a curving trajectory directly into Filene’s Bargain...

Tourniquet

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The day after I passed my ninth grade finals, I began a summer job at a country inn. The tips weren’t great, but I...

Fox Humana

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If asked, the fox might say that one of the problems in her world, and ours, is that humans have overtaken her species as...

Love in a Cup

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“I’ll have a chai,” I say. “You mean a chai tea latte?” my barista asks. There is a long, uncomfortable pause that she doesn’t seem to...

Provincetown Sketches, Part 1

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Before marriage, the gays had some nice things: bars without bachelorette parties, Pride marches without corporate logos, relationships without state recognition and straight expectation....