I Am Your Air Conditioner

I… am… your air conditioner. I… am doing what I can. This is my week. This is my moment. My lungs are as full as they are, and then they are as empty as they’ll ever be. I’m trying; I’m trying. This house, its rooms, all empty, and yet you  ask me, all day, to […]

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The Past

“Whisky, by the way, circulates more freely in Westport than is altogether safe in a place where every man carries a loaded pistol in his pocket.” -Francis Parkman, Jr., 1846 Westport is where I have done a great deal of my drinking.  At the end of our education program, a classmate and I had whiskey […]

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Yes and No

And then I worked in a room where the lesson was “expressing yes and no.” Conventional, boring kids express yes and no some time between prenatal somersaults and the minute they can turn their heads.  These kids I was with, they were unconventional. Some had Down’s, some had autism, one had a traumatic brain injury. […]

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Up

I did not know my philosophy of rock climbing, but it turns out it is: this can’t happen.  We can’t fall, not just because we don’t want to get hurt, but because we don’t have any health insurance.  Grin. Yes, I agreed to go, and yes, I assumed my companions would shame me into performing […]

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