August 10, 2012
by TRatner
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The man in the house across the street is dying. I began to notice it two years ago when he suddenly stopped coming around to do chores such as raking, fixing electrical outlets that weren’t in working order, painting rotted … Continue reading
July 13, 2012
by TRatner
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The first time I read Nora Ephron, I was in a bookstore inside the Chris Town Mall and I was young and lonely. I picked up a pink copy of “Heartburn” and sat cross-legged on the floor next to my … Continue reading
June 8, 2011
by TRatner
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Bill came down in a wheelchair today. He has gray hair with a display of stubble growth on his chin and cheeks. He face is sunken and his smile reveals four yellowed incisors standing up like a gate guarding his palate. He parked … Continue reading
May 5, 2011
by TRatner
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The moment after the initial car crash is what haunts me. It haunts me to the point where I have to write it down, catch the shiver of it, the tremble, the way I suppose everyone within an ear shot … Continue reading