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Something Nice to Say
My wife uses her pregnant belly — her baby bump — as a table. On it: her iPad. She waves her hand. “Hey,” she says. “Fetus doesn’t like this.”
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A Small Story about Change and Expectation
My wife walks into our living room carrying a bowl of strawberries. Her face and arms are tanned. Her sandy, sun-lightened hair glows. Her five-months-pregnant belly precedes her into the room. The skin is rounded but still smooth and firm, taut from her morning exercise routine; unlike her face and arms, it wears the pinkish…
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Quitter – Part 3
When we’re faced with an ending, I think most of us instinctively recoil. At least initially, there’s some sort of pause before the plunge. We inhale deeply. Then we dive.
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The Experience of Art
Once, a number of years ago, a young woman I knew vaguely through a mutual friend told me that, for her, art always soured after explanation.
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Colorings
My wife and I walked our dog a little while ago. She has since gotten back to coloring, a practice she’s taken up with some consistency and considerable joy since her mother and I both gave her coloring books for her birthday.
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The Now
I was standing on a high school soccer field the other night. A storm front had just rolled past; the air had cooled in its wake. But we never saw a drop of rain. The lights over the field began to glow just as the sky opened to a sunset of oranges, pale blues, and…
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Snapshot: Pulaski Square, Savannah, GA
Spanish moss isn’t really moss. It’s an airborne fungus which seems to cling almost exclusively to the massive, gnarled limbs of live oak trees, like those I tried capturing in the snapshot which serves as this post’s featured image.
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On Being Lucky and Trying to Honor It
This was yesterday. We were driving south. When we got through Charleston, West Virginia, we saw a bloated, high river, roads under water. The rock walls along the highway glistened as they bled runoff rain water. Drainage troughs were engorged.
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Calling though It’s Very Late
I’m a grown man. Married. My wife and I own our home, the cars we drive, and several insurance policies we’ve had drawn up to protect our investments. I own three suits, a blazer I hardly wear, two expensive pairs of brown shoes and one excellent pair of black spit-shined dress shoes. I enjoy the…
Patrick Faller 