Chico

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Chico

Some memories begin with a whispered conversation in the dark. Others arrive on four tiny paws. This one has luminous green eyes, a pink collar with a butterfly bow, and absolutely no respect for the laws of physics.

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The Escape

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The Escape

I learned to escape Not by running away. Not by packing a suitcase or disappearing to another country.
I did that long ago. I also did something else to vanish.
In…

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Perfumes. leaf one

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Perfumes. leaf one

Happy Birthday Esther. be always as beautiful. The Haunted Canvas I remember, Sandra. Of course, I remember.I will never forget you. I was in Paris, watching…

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Bread, Honey and the Sea

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Bread, Honey and the Sea

Fruit that smells like poetry. Honey as sweet as a smile. An old white car, a quiet road beside the sea, and a heart learning that even solitude can sometimes be tender.

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The Beauty of Becoming

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The Beauty of Becoming

Thoughts on softness, self-discoveryand the quiet strength of being There was a time when I believed life moved toward certainty. I imagined that one day I would…

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Breakfast Bonjour

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Breakfast Bonjour

This morning feels a little different. For the first time in a long while, I woke up without wondering what was happening in Second Life. A few days ago I closed…

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Welcome home

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Welcome home

If you arrived here from Primfeed® or Second Life®, heartily welcome. Some of you have been reading my posts for months. Some of you have exchanged comments with…

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The Uniform of Becoming

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The Uniform of Becoming

To the beautiful Esther. "We talked about the choice of being beauty… do you remember?" There are mornings—like this one—when I stand barefoot in front of my…

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Fragments of a quiet mind

Essays

Fragments of a quiet mind

I sit by the window, holding my warm glass, wrapped in a silence that feels almost sacred. The heavy glass is hot against my palms, a grounding anchor of pure…

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The Little Black Dress

Fashion

The Little Black Dress

An Intimate Anatomy of Desire, Craziness, and Freedom My great-grandfather's Ford Model T was this gorgeous, stark black Beauty — that was her name — that slept in…

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Letters to the one I used to be

Essays

Letters to the one I used to be

I have been thinking about a famous physics experiment I heard about once. I don't remember where. There is apparently a cat in a box in a secret lab somewhere —…

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