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Detours

March 3, 2017

I escaped traffic to a side street, and passed a man with a python draped around his neck. With his left hand, he held the snake’s undulating head away from him. Two open-mouthed children stood a few feet away, and a woman in a tight top backed toward the snake, angling her phone for the selfie.

For so long, so many of us drove main roads, comfortable with the usual scenery. We forgot different things were happening just blocks away. But these are days of detours, and we have no choice to see what we were missing all along.

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Disillusionment

March 2, 2017

Most mirrors, these days, reflect disillusionment. A slump-shouldered man wipes the steam from the glass above his sink. A woman with a turned-down mouth flips down the sunshade on the passenger side of a car, and pushes her hair behind her ears. On TV, a comedienne’s hilarious impression of a bumbling spokesperson signals the death of decorum.

How does one find the right pose in this time of dissatisfaction? Is there a lipstick that can disguise a frown? What tie is appropriate to wear to a party where every dish on the buffet has gone just a bit off?

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Bomb threat

March 1, 2017

Years ago, I stood out with my classmates on the school soccer field on a clear, bright day, cold enough that I remember the feel of the air on my skin, but not so cold that we were miserable without our forgotten jackets.

We waited while the Cuerpo Nacional de Policía searched the school, looking for the bomb called in by someone interested in interrupting the day.

I was only eight, but I still remember the feeling in my belly as we evacuated, the way we milled about nervously wondering if we’d ever be safe again.

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