Particular I am, about how to fold sheets
Angled into a square, or a rectangle but I
Muddle along realizing sheets, and life, don’t fold neatly because
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Why Not?
I remember how infuriating our son, the second born, could be.
I remember from ages 3 to 18 (when he went off to college, phew) our darling boy asking not “why?” but “why not?”
I remember a hundred Why Nots a day – why not go to his friend’s house at 10 p.m.; why not eat a whole box of Oreo cookies in one sitting; why not skip school when it’s sunny and he can hike in the hills next door.
Continue readingThe Red Pen
JOB DESCRIPTION: Medical Editor. Graduate degree preferred with a scientific/medical background as well as English graduate-level aptitude in writing. Copyedit and proof medical tomes of fascinating surgical procedures accompanied by long-winded indecipherable descriptions of intricate invasive operating techniques. Speed and precision are a must. Salary depends on expertise and experience.
I’ve got five glorious hours ahead of me this morning to edit an upcoming book tentatively entitled Core Topics in General and Emergency Surgery. I met the author/surgeon at the publisher’s office six months ago, when the doctor signed the contract and insisted on meeting the editor. Me. 
Oh, what an “honor” to meet such an important man. Continue reading
I Am From . . .
I am from books and paper and pen
From Dell and HP and Oxford notebooks
I am from the maple tree outside my childhood home that
Protected me from the neighbor’s Peeping Tom and
Displayed incredible colors beyond the rainbow one mystical day. Continue reading
At the Cupcake Cafe
Two friends meet at a cupcake café
Using sweet smiles to assure each other –
They’re each okay.
But the smiles begin to wobble, the
Conversation wiggles as each reveal
A grief that is separate yet shared. Continue reading
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