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once upon an elevator

We’re riding the elevator down to the little art museum. I have whacked out my knee (a technical medical term) on the morning run, and taking the stairs down is out of the question. We have been here many times, … Continue reading

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life with an artist, part 18

“I NEED TWENTY BUCKS!!!” I’m standing on the sidewalk outside a row of semi-legit art galleries on First Friday when the woman walks up to me. Normally in these situations I shrug and walk the other way. But she’s very … Continue reading

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taxing times

we’re working on our taxes. and by “we,” i mean mo is grappling with a huge pile of papers while i read a david sedaris book. it’s good to have specific roles when tackling a major task. i was always … Continue reading

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i hope she was wearing her helmet

i’m drinking my first cup of coffee on a too-early morning. but not just any coffee — it’s zamboni coffee. when mo and i first became a couple, we set out to find the World’s Best Coffeemaker, that being the … Continue reading

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whatever happened to owsley?

on the first loop, mo points out that we have new neighbors on the course. “they’re huey and louie,” she says. on the second loop, she points to them again. “zeus and thor,” she exclaims. “i thought they were huey … Continue reading

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it’s all downhill from here

we’re on i-17, flying down the screamer downhill from flagstaff. i push down on the brake. And Nothing Happens. it’s been uneventful up to this point. day trip to flag. pizza, hike on the buffalo, coffee. i’m listening to marie … Continue reading

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just another morning conversation, part 74

mo: i was just watching a movie about piranhas eating pizza. me: why would piranhas eat pizza? mo: not pizza. people. me: oh. my movie would’ve been more fun. now i want pizza.

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