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I’m a Yankee Doodle Boy

During those rare occasions when I was alone at home, I would secretly live out my alter ego as a famous artist. Performing for my introvert-friendly audience, safely residing in my imagination. My family in absentia. I began preparing for my performance by opening the lid on the stereo console when electronics were furniture. Carefully […]

Death Comes for Gertrude

Death Comes for Gertrude

We had a dog, an Irish Setter appropriately named Casey. Walking her meant opening the backdoor. Secure in the knowledge she was imprisoned by the grey diamond chain link fence from Sears that caged the perimeter of our backyard. Being careful in winter not to touch it with any moist body parts, as in A Christmas […]