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the letters

Clearing out biofather’s house. Inventory of everything imaginable. Mostly art, of course — but there’s all the detritus.  Up in the studio, where the paintbrushes lived. And the rolls of silk paper and chops and engraving materials. Chemicals. Chinese watercolors. … Continue reading

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closure, or something like it — a kaddish for milton g. nobler

People say you need closure.  But does that mean that there are no more stories to be told? I woke up this morning with two imperatives: 1) a sense of real or imminent closure, and 2) the need to tell … Continue reading

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the inheritance

First they told me I was inheriting the biofather’s art supplies and his own paintings.  Biofather was a Chinese painter.  Then they found a new copy of the will, and next to my name was one word, in his handwriting … Continue reading

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