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Kamiah Walker
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Our Terrible Stories
News comes in one ear and flies out the other, barely pausing to be filtered, to be thought about, to be noticed. Is this a consequence of the 24-hour news cycle? There must be something to report every minute, even if that something is a story on how someo...

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July, a Storm {a poem}
Temperatures in the lower eighties, a threat of thunderstorms. Gray clouds fill the sky to the east, pressed against the stratosphere like dirty sheep’s wool. But to the west—where our weather comes from, much like the Wicked Witch—inked black thunderheads ...

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Basil
The first thing I did this morning, after getting my little pug her breakfast, was check on my basil plant. It was out on the balcony, and last night, its leaves had been shriveled, drooped in the surprising humidity of an early June day. Defeated: that’s w...

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Look Out the Window
Billy Collins wrote: "...the poets are at their windows." And so I looked out the window and wrote what I saw. The couple crossing the street is hot. Everyone is hot, to tell the truth, but they look especially hot. He is balding and just starting to cro...

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Late Fall
Right Lane Closed Until Late Fall This is the large sign that is currently flashing away at the train crossing closest to my house. It brings up many questions for me, including: If just the right lane is closed, why is the entire crossing blocked off? Wo...

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routine and breakfast burritos
Every Wednesday is breakfast burrito day at my company, and I wonder what it says about us that this is a Big Deal every week. "Breakfast burrito day!" one woman sing-songs to me every Wednesday morning. For awhile, I had a recurring meeting at 8:30 on Wedn...

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we would be best friends because of hot dogs
I just bought Kristin Chenoweth's newest CD— Coming Home . She recorded it at a live concert in Broken Arrow, OK, her hometown, and listening to it, I wish I had been her next door neighbor growing up. She's so familiar and so at ease telling stories of her...

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-18 degrees
NPR told me this morning that the wind chill was -18 degrees. I'd just come in from walking Miss Daisy, who, despite the coat I'd put on her to keep her warm, refused to actually work. "But I protected your little paws with that Musher's Secret stuff! That...

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63 Things I Think While Watching White Christmas
Every year, I watch White Christmas at least once before Christmas. It's a requirement for me to feel Christmas spirit. The war! The nostalgia! The singing! The dresses! The tiny waists! The plot holes! The dancing! The fur muffs! And this is what I think n...

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talking to people on trains
I am on the train and thinking about talking to someone else on the train. (That sounds like the teasing beginning to a game of Twenty Questions: Guess who I am thinking of!) I'm considering breaking the commuter code of silence because I heard a story on...
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