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Monthly Archives: August 2008

I was right in the middle of a late-night rush in the deli when Jeffers, one of our regulars, came slamming in like a lion late for a feeding. Most of our regulars are a pain to be sure, but Jeffers is in his own category. He’s hairy all over with this crazy-looking, giant beard and long, black, wiry hair. He looks like Sasquatch’s Read More »

“Are they real, Mommy?”

My daughter was staring at my bare breasts one morning last month as I got dressed for work. The incisions from my double mastectomy were quiet now, having faded to a mildly aggravated pink over the past six years since my surgeries.

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            July 2nd, 2008. Truth be told, I’ve never been much good at remembering what the date is. Of course this affliction is exacerbated in L.A., where the seasons are vague at best, and I’m hard pressed to know what month it is let alone one of its numbers. Read More »

When he wakes up and complains about your coffee,
just smile. Show no concern that it’s seven o’clock,
and he’s out the door, rushing toward

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A little of this, a dab that,
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The echoes in Kolkata’s Albert Hall Cafe were vibrant and gloomy. As I sat at a table and read Tagore’s “The Living and the Dead,” the indiscreet murmur of the room settled into my head rather than Tagore’s words. I folded the top corner of the leaf and closed the book. I looked around the cafe, which seemed more like a Read More »

“The thing is that if you form bubbles, then you are liable to come up with more than one bubble. And these Read More »

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