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The Delicious Letdown of Losing Oneself
It started with an idea, as these things usually do. “I need your help with something,” I said. Hafiz was working on his Nerf ball free throw. “I’m listening.” His face was an expressionless...
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The Reason We Need Miracles
The electric yellow moped caught my attention because it was bright as an eye exam, despite the distance, and because it was tracing a gentle line through space, humming its way along a cock-eyed...
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The Times In Between
“There are these moments, Hafiz, when it feels like Life called a thirty-second time-out or something. Do you know what I mean? Like when you’re getting ready for work, and you’re five minutes too...
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The Staggering Depth of Silence
Eternity sometimes feels like a boundless readiness coiled up and squashed into every point there is, like a swoop of clowns hidden inside a mote of pixie dust that’s hovering in the air just a foot or...
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Back to Basics
I came in the door grunting like a bison with four empty stomachs and a calf at home with a head cold, dragged a toe on the threshold and nearly sent five half-shredded bags of heart healthy fruits and...
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My Plan
My plan, Hafiz, is to start a movement. A beautiful groundswell. It will involve festivals, of course, local chapters, iconic images, bylaws, speeches that change everything and people who don’t bathe...
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This Little Game We Play
I take the pack of index cards out of my shirt pocket, slide the rubber band off, and lay them on the table. Hafiz has prepared a few placards and set them up at credible intervals. They read, “No...
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The Lesson of the Birds
I’m still learning the lesson of the birds. The one about sitting in the cover of spruce needles wearing the colors of fire and not questioning my birdness. Just letting it happen. Not questioning the...
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And the Walls Came Tumbling Down
After a day of you gotta’ be kiddin’ me and please listen to the following menu of options before making your selection, I sat on the couch with one knee up– one arm dangling off it like I could give a...
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A Technical Discussion
One time when Hafiz was balancing on one foot atop an intriguing round stone the size of a small house that was sunk into the sand beside a very fine sea and dimpled by the impact of ancient particles...
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A Technical Discussion, Cont’d
(This post is a continuation of the previous…) What’s a teckinal discussion, Hafiz? the child asked. Well! Hafiz replied, sitting down beside the little one, that is a very tricky thing, you see. That...
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Too Far
Once in a while Hafiz takes things too far. Like after I took him to the Celtics game where he noted with ear-to-ear enthusiasm the musical ambush they sprung upon us during TV timeouts that filled the...
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What’s Killing Me
Hafiz and I have started an air band. It’s a summer thing. I guess. A now and forever thing. Like being eight years old and playing tag with your cousin on a wrap-around porch on a day that will never,...
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Not That At All…
The sky in the distance is yellow because it is saturated with the living dust that is emitted by trees, who I happen to notice are standing quite silent on the matter of this atmospheric...
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Just Right
“I feel better. But I did that thing again, didn’t I, Hafiz?” “Yes.” “How come we both know what I’m talking about, but we can’t explain it?” “The horses giving chase always get mud in their eyes.”...
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The Thing About Fear
Fear is like knowing with a dreadful certainty there is a sixty-foot troll exploring the corridors of your existence in a pair of rubber-soled shoes like the spies are obligated to wear in all those...
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On a Scale of One to Ten
We’ll never know what it’s like to exist forever in a condition of perpetually transforming joy and goose-bump inducing discovery if we don’t consider it a very real and inevitable possibility. It does...
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Two Pieces
Welcome Home Everywhere you go, silence follows. Peace and quiet have this down to a science. They send out their tails to watch and record everything that happens while you’re out there looking for...
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The Beloved’s Cable Television Network
When I awoke I found that Hafiz and I were riding breathless beneath a whirling sky of flames and television screens, beneath booming voices that emerged from the darkness to pound the night’s hide...
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The Magnificence Challenge
When I saw Linda’s Magnificence Challenge it gave me a moment of pause to think about how I might answer it, but it did not take long for me to recall a favorite quotation of mine I thought might get...
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