Furniture

Friends were redecorating, and brought me a La-z-boy.  I wasn’t completely committed to accepting a big piece of furniture.  Then someone told me, “Maybe you should have a comfortable place to sit in your apartment.”  Although I am thirty-five, I don’t have a mature view of furniture.  Furniture is something other people give me when […]

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In The Name Of

I’m not who I thought I was. I had this little myth that most of my ancestors were draft-dodgers, and that they were rather recent comers to this country.  Parts of this are true: Schurmans left the colonies because they were loyal to King George.  Several of my ancestors left Europe because they lived in […]

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Growing Season

The grapes are teenagers, but they look like babies.  They are the size of big peas, but a different green, a lighter, clearer green, a green that says I am not ready. They are hard like plastic buttons, and the last part of their maturing is to just swell and swell.  Juice.  To become almost […]

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Cowtown

The first cow I remember was the one on top of the Zarda ice cream shop.  The ice cream was fine.  I always got chocolate in a regular cone.  The best part: the padded stools on shiny pedestals that went around and around.  There were some oxen eternally pulling a covered wagon in front of […]

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