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I feel the day’s brevity like sleeves too short when I was fifteen and my wrists were exposed to Detroit’s dull December I pulled down the seams but they would not stretch any further nor would my gloves come up. I feel the day’s brevity and yawn like a bear thinking ‘it must be time’... Continue Reading →

Baby, It’s Cold Inside – or – Being Trapped by My Boss in the Walk-In

“And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.” So, on one of  the first nights of my first job, outside of babysitting or cleaning houses, when I was all of fourteen years old, I was trapped inside a walk-in cooler by the chef at a popular restaurant in Detroit. A... Continue Reading →

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