Harlem sidewalk at West 125th Street

An Angel and A Perfect Memory

I met an angel on a summer morning. It’s a perfect memory. Some of us lick the edges of life while others live with a sore patch, constantly rubbing the wound, either keeping it fresh or making it fester. Most of us keep on like freight trains loaded with debris. I find relief and restoration
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Our dog Clarissa

Creating One Last Memory With Licks

I paid close attention to our dog Clarissa’s licks these last weeks because I knew she was dying. I wanted to make sure I remembered what her kisses smelled like, as if the scent of her tongue were her signature. She was euthanized this morning. Before the vet came in, I put my face under
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