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January 19th, 2025

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The Detroit Lions lost a divisional playoff game last night. It wasn’t an occasion for grief. I woke up today and my wife said I still smelled like booze, even…

Troop 292

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We drove up to San Francisco with Radio Disney, all hissing AM waves, and met up with the other half of our caravan at Stephanie’s mom’s apartment in Nob Hill….

The Dig

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I have been walking long enough for people to see me coming and cross the road. My hair, when I touch it, is stiff, the skin beneath my nose raw….

Adley in Seattle

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Sweat trickles down my back as we sizzle in the Seattle sun, a rare 85-degree scorcher for this city on the sea. A train whistle blasts just beyond the left-field…

Birthday Boy

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The invite said there would be cake. Understand that I went for the cake. I won’t lie and say I didn’t hear the rumors. When Ms. Dunphy extended the invitation,…

White as Snow

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Translated from Hungarian by Marietta Morry and Walter Burgess They’ve been working on the metro site for more than three years; carrying construction material and slowly erecting ticket booths, that…

One Woman Swimming

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My twelve-year-old daughter started synchronized swimming last year in the pool down the street. It was easy for her to go back and forth by herself. Sometimes I would walk…