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Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs
My mother is standing in front of the bathroom mirror smelling polished and ready; like Jean Nate, Dippity Do and the waxy sweetness of lipstick.
East of Eden by John Steinbeck
The Salinas Valley is in Northern California.
The Straw Men by Michael Marshall
Palmerston is not a big town, nor one that can convincingly be said to be at the top of its game.
Vineland by Thomas Pynchon
Later than usual one summer morning in 1984, Zoyd Wheeler drifted awake in sunlight through a creeping fig that hung in the window, with a squadron of blue jays stomping around on the roof.
Collected Fictions by Jorge Luis Borges
In 1517, Fray Bartolomé de las Casas, feeling great pity for the Indians who grew worn and lean in the drudging infernos of the Antillean gold mines, proposed to Emperor Charles V that Negroes be brought to the isles of the Caribbean, so that they might grow worn and lean in the drudging infernos of the Antillean gold mines.
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posted Thursday, September 27, 2001
Still Warm
I needed a break from sitting endless hours in front of my computer monitor, so I left the building and wandered into the undeveloped fields outside our office. It's a beautiful autumn day, slightly warm, but clear and sweet-smelling. Large grasshopers the size of a trucker's middle finger flew haphazardly, not out of fear of being squished, but seemingly for the sheer enjoyment of it as though they were putting on a show for a new spectator. Stepping onto the grass, I felt a tinge of fear as I wondered if my feet would get wet. A voice in the back of my head said, "Don't be afraid. Walk in the grass." I noticed having a lot of worries like this of late. I worry about my mutual funds and stock prices and wonder if my money will still be there if there's another attack. I worry about losing my family and friends. The same voice in the back of my head tells me I'll survive any loss. And that's really what it is: the fear of loss. And like a lot of my worries in life, I just need to let go, because in all reality we have nothing to fear. We are a part of everything and can therefore never truly lose anything.
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