All Together Now




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The End


Lost 6.17-6.018 The End

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Birthday


Lost 6.15 Across the Sea

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Mean Business


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Fixing a Hole


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Carry That Weight


Lost 6.14 The Candidate

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Mom's the Word


I have the world's best mother. Yeah, I'm aware that lots of folks say they did or do, but if you ask around people in the know will confirm this claim to be true.

Our family grows and gathers awesome moms. While I don't see my stepmother enough, she's a keeper. My cousins have beautiful, brilliant children, a testament as much to their parenting as to genetic jackpot; so does, mind-blowingly, my little sister — two girls, who each look amazingly like she did at their ages in different ways, and one boy, who's the spitting image of his Uncle Brian way back when. And of course there's my mother's mother, great-grandmom to eight kids (one heading to college this year) and still a lady I enjoy talking to. No lie.

I was 7 years old when my mom and dad split up. Mom did a heck of a job raising my sister and me, with considerable help from her own parents. We stayed with them often, including every summer after my parents' separation up to my high-school years, and I was lucky enough to live with them on my own after that as I worked a summer job on the parking lot behind their old store. Now and then back in the early days I'd wonder if we weren't one of those families in which my mom was secretly, actually my older sister, because she was so youthful and cool while my grandmother would wait up for all three of us, Mom and my sister and me, to come home from a night on the boardwalk. I have a good bit of my grandfather in me, helping make the case, but also far too much of my own dad for it to really be a plausible scenario. And besides the fact that my grandmother was 54 when I was born, somebody would've spilled the beans by now.

N Is for...


Unpublished draft cover to Finding 'Lost' book with black and white kings on chessboard against forest background

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Cold Beans


iced coffee in McDonald's cup with straw on folded gold napkin with coffee beans in small white dish and more strewn artfully about the table

I went to McDonald's for an iced coffee the other day and had the following exchange at the register.

Me: "Could I get a large hazelnut iced coffee, please?"

Cashier: "Iced coffee?"

Me: "Yes."

Cashier: "What size?"

Me: "Uh... Large."

Cashier: "Would you like a flavor with that?"

Me: "... Hazelnut?"