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  • Nope. I Don't Think About Smoking. Ever.

    August 12, 2009

    • Two years ago this coming November, I quit smoking.  In fairness to myself, or what may be the tiniest bit of remaining denial, I didn’t smoke a lot and I had not been a long-time smoker.  Just a few years.  There was something calming about the habit, and few things were more enjoyable than a smokey treat accompanied by a cup of good coffee just as the sun was coming up.  For some reason, ...
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  • Finding Your Inner Compass

    March 16, 2009

    • We live in a noisy culture -- deliciously, horribly, overwhelmingly, fascinatingly noisy. The kind of work we do as writers and artists both arises from our lives and has to resist those circumstances, in order to happen at all. How is it possible to write poetry or fiction, to create a performance, to make a song, painting, sculpture, or collage? All day long, our email dings, our friends invite ...
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  • Like putting on specs in the morning

    November 28, 2008

    • My wife, who has worn corrective lenses since childhood, begins her day by reaching for her glasses before getting out of bed. I count myself lucky to have lived this long without specs. But over the last couple of years, I’ve developed a morning habit quite similar to hers. After a visit to the necessary room, I power up my laptop and begin reading the overnight e-mail messages and daily news ...
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  • The Inn of the Five-Dollar Happiness

    November 10, 2008

    • For years I was a coffee virgin. Unlike those Gilmore girls and their fashionably profuse coffee intake, I'd not so much as enjoyed mocha ice cream I was so java-free. My mother was a tea drinker exclusively and Dad's liquid diet consisted only of Pepsi and Heineken. I was ignorant of any other universe of beverage. Then I moved to London. On a summer day, often intrepid, always diminutive, and ...
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  • Nail Biting , the story of the century

    November 5, 2008

    •   “Oh my God!” she shrieked. “Oh my God!” she yelled. “What have you done to your nails?” she said in a seriously nervous tone after i hugged her. Lynn is one of my favorite cousins , and although i don’t like girly girls some how we two get along.           “ What?What? they’re fine!” i exclaimed in a settled relaxed tone. My eyes were closing by them self, the ...
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