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Aging gracelessly

Young men walk like ducks any more (she thinks), sprawling from side to side, feet splayed wide, taking space that should, by rights, be mine; she hears herself, shrill in her own mind’s ear. A softer woman would see (she … Continue reading

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Middle age

Three, even two years ago, my shoulder didn’t burn, my hip didn’t pop, my knee didn’t stab me in the back halfway round the supermarket. Since the spring, we have been on cooler terms, tending to the necessities with icy politeness, my body and I, feigning … Continue reading

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Hard of hearing

Tender words shouted at my father; love rendered hard in his hearing.

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