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Published January 28th, 2013 - 12:05AM
It is two days after Thanksgiving. Old Tacoma, my Tacoma, is draped loosely in a low-hanging mist. My boyfriend, Kevin, and I – determined to work off at least a few calories of unfettered holiday indulgence – have embarked on a semi-brisk walk toward Ruston Way.
Published January 21st, 2013 - 12:05AM
I arrived at 11:55 a.m. But according to military time, I was late. Exhausted children were already napping. Wives with new hairdos fidgeted.
Published January 7th, 2013 - 12:05AM
My first impulse was to turn away.
Published December 31st, 2012 - 12:05AM
We stand in the crisp night air, our breath forming billowing wreaths around us, before drifting slowly away. This reminds me of time – gossamer, intangible, something that cannot be held onto.
Published December 24th, 2012 - 12:05AM
It began as a guy’s night out. My husband organized it on a whim, under the pretense of Christmas shopping for girlfriends or wives. He called it the “Shop-O-Rama.”


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