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Bridging. by Julie Corredato
My debut nightmare remains vivid in my mind, and not because I possess a stellar capacity for memorable dissolution, but that it has occurred in a thousand different forms since the pilot episode in 1982, when I was 8 years old. I was walking across the wooden bridge near my childhood home, and the railings […]
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On Sleep, Kites, and Trying. by Julie Corredato
“Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.” ― Anaïs Nin On our fourth date, after returning to town after an exhilarating spring hike to the Pinnacle in Berks County, we grabbed a […]
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Here We Have a Random String. by Julie Corredato
This month’s edition of Celebrating Marbles will hopefully provide the reader with a dose of levity to ward off the doldrums of winter. I present you with a fresh serving of absurdity, culled from my technological memoir. _______ March 6, 2014: Treatment for Circumstantial Anxiety Sing numbing hymns. Crumble, ignite, deplore. Fasten your hopes upon […]
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Celebrating Marbles: Raison D’etre by Julie Corredato
You’re probably familiar with the vintage idiom, “losing one’s marbles,” and may have used it on occasion in a playful manner, either to mock oneself, or to chide your friends, family, and colleagues during moments of forgetfulness, anxiety, or despair. My grandmother, Banny, taught us how to play marbles back in the 1970s, and I […]
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