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THE ROLE OF MEMORY IN STORYTELLING
My youngest son just turned seven. Watching him play with his birthday Lego, it dawned on me that he has reached my memory lifetime, that is, the age from which I have distinct memories. It was also...
View ArticleIRISH THANKSGIVING
I step from one world into another Like a bather setting my toe in the icy Atlantic on a June day. It is a painful transition And yet once the gut is sucked in with a sharp inhale of breath My horizon...
View ArticleA HISTORY OF TEA
The thread of sense memory runs deep. My mother scoops dry black shrivelings Of Lyons tea Out of the red and black tea caddy. The rippling rope of amber Pours from the spout of the Battered aluminum...
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