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Posted on February 26, 2019 Leave a Comment
At 7 a.m., in the nearly empty parking lot of a well-maintained office building – a building which, by the way, had a contract with Metropolitan Flower Exchange for regular placement and maintenance of seasonal plants, as well as a super named Joe, whose broken Italian-English often left us mystified – I sat and read […]
Roller Coasters and Rum Runners
Posted on March 17, 2014 2 Comments
In our house on North 6th Street in Newark, there was a narrow space between my parents’ bed and the wall – better known to me as the Crocodile River. The dark green carpeting only served to enhance the feelings of murk and dread it spawned. That, and the fact that the windows on the […]
A Girl by the Bridge 
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