memoir
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Nuts to This

I continued prying nuts as my fingers grew stickier. No worries–the pitch had to be good for my skin. Continue reading
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Snake Blessing

“I trailed the snake fifty feet to a juniper at the corner of the building. Beneath the tree it curled its ungainly body into a corkscrew, raised its head, and fastened its eyes on me, its tail doing a rattle dance.” Continue reading
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A Retrospective: Chi Phat, Cambodia

I have to explain the word “poop.” I’m thinking if he doesn’t already know this, I’ve got a problem. Should I demonstrate, perhaps? Play acting, of course. Continue reading
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Patterns

Dylan comes inside. “What’s the problem? You’re making this a lot harder than it is.” He bats the unit a couple times, pulls out the accordion wings. “There. Screw it in. Done.” Continue reading
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Dancing Like Shirley
“No way!” I screamed inside. “No way you’re getting this mature lady on stage with all these experienced tappers, performing in front of a live audience.” Continue reading
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Whoopee!
Aunt Lily was portly and white-crowned–the sweetest thing, and she was family, who deserved respect. Time to bring out the whoopee cushion. Continue reading
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Belly Dance Debut
I looked at our geriatric audience. Most were in wheelchairs. One woman was snoozing with her mouth open. Another was strangely gurgling. Continue reading
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Song Blessing in Madurai
The woman I’d met just ten minutes earlier smiled, lowered her eyelids, and began to sing–from a place that transcended the human who sat beside me. Continue reading
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Where Was I at Age 23?
I couldn’t go back home. Living with parents was not appealing. I heard a whisper: go west, Terry, go west. Continue reading
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Facing My Fears
I needed to learn how to safely command the killer table saw, and I needed that soon–before I lost my resolve. Continue reading
