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So this was a big one…”The Northeast Blackout of 2003” as Wikipedia calls it. It affected large sections of the Midwest and the Northeast, and of course, it came out of nowhere during a big transition in our personal history. It was a sweltering August in Cleveland, Ohio and we seemed to be caught in a maelstrom of belongings in our big old 3-story house; trying to steer the obstinate items toward boxes or garbage bins or moving van. It was all happening for me in a dream-like state… I was not fully realizing yet that we we...
Submitted to Contest #152
So you’re probably wondering, who is that woman? Well, that woman is my mother. And as of last month, she is still my mother, but just not in that body anymore. All the systems that had kept her alive for 92 years conspired together to decide it was time to call it quits. And she was ready for that; well, as much as anyone feels prepared. As she lay in her hospital bed I sensed her fear, but also her knowledge that this was going to be an exit. It never is quite like you imagine it, I’m sure of that. One...
Submitted to Contest #128
Write a story about a tea party that your character is reluctant to go to. A tea party? What the hell! It sounded so pretentious, but there it was, the invitation sitting in the middle of my little wooden writing desk. The illustration on the front of the card was so ornate and girly and did not speak to my minimalist nature. It had come in yesterday’s mail and I instantly scoffed at it when I pulled it out of the lavender-scented envelope. It was from a woman I had just met in a coffee shop. Somehow we ...
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