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The Art and Heartache of Losing a Cat
My cat went missing. The same day I lost my car keys. These things happen in pairs. Which is why I’m anxious. On the bus I check my backpack a
even the crazy ones sleep
She stood in the aisle dancing, her hands undulated in rivulets. Earbuds in, pencil thin jeans. Later when a bunch of people exited she sat down next to me and
No Orange for Julius
I always told him no one would ride in a black bus. Wouldn’t listen. Threw away his money to redo the fleet. Told him the bus came off like a
Discovering Hungarian in Budapest
1. At West End Mall Up Radnoti Miklos utca, street named after the Hungarian Jewish poet who died in labor camps months before liberation in a city that volunteered Jews
July Fourth Meditation on Love
It was July Fourth and early enough that most people were still sleeping in their beds unless they’d decided to get up to stake out a spot at a local
Truisms
It’s not necessarily true that Italy has the best gelato and that every frame has to house a picture; however it is true that Italian men are conditioned by years