October 25, 2005
Each morning, I dress in the dark, so as not to wake The Nearly. This morning, after shuffling about looking for socks and smacking my shin into things, I stumbled out into the living room and turned on the light. There, before me, was what looked like the scene of a tiny horror movie. Drops [...]
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October 21, 2005
Walking to my car in the morning, I tend to look fearfully over my shoulder and clutch my wrap about me. It is, after all, before sunrise, and the darkness, combined with living in what is known as a “transitional neighborhood” (meaning precariously perched between areas of impossible affluence and impassible poverty) brings out the [...]
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