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Jun 2012

Posted on July 3, 2012 by stephenarcher

Being white and danc­ing is a les­son, is a bur­den to bear, is a lev­eler, is a kind of unar­guable truth. I would watch Bubba, my friend, my black friend, dance. We were 13. It was so odd to me. … Con­tinue read­ing →

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Right Sized

Posted on June 24, 2012 by stephenarcher

I was told as a kid to never think of myself as above any­one. Later I spent years in ther­apy try­ing to sort out why I believed I was less than every­one. Humil­ity, for me, means that I am right … Con­tinue read­ing →

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365…+1

Posted on May 27, 2012 by stephenarcher

About the time that my son had made it to one year, I pub­lished my lat­est post, #365, a year’s worth. Took me three years. The last year felt like three in some ways and like three min­utes in some ways. … Con­tinue read­ing →

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Burlingame

Posted on November 10, 2011 by stephenarcher

No mat­ter how impor­tant I make up my job is, there is always the num­ber cruncher who reduces it to the cold and low­est terms of dol­lars and hours and wid­gets and grub­bing and the taste in my mouth is … Con­tinue read­ing →

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Meathead

Posted on November 4, 2011 by stephenarcher

One of the ways that I learned about prej­u­dice was Archie Bunker. Archie had a prob­lem with any­one who, well, who wasn’t him. All in the Fam­ily was not polit­i­cally cor­rect in its ver­biage, but it did more for strip­ping … Con­tinue read­ing →

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Untitled 13

Posted on October 21, 2011 by stephenarcher

Some­times the beauty comes by acci­dent; the cam­era sees it for me. This is one of those pic­tures where I won­der if I am the only one who sees some­thing poetic, grace­ful. Does the same feel­ing arise in you when … Con­tinue read­ing →

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The Rain.

Posted on October 16, 2011 by stephenarcher

I lay in the rain to let the drops hit me like down­beats to the next breath, like lit­tle knocks on the apart­ment door when I lived alone on a Sun­day after­noon and the quiet was every­where. The clouds, mov­ing … Con­tinue read­ing →

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Michael

Posted on October 3, 2011 by stephenarcher

I wore my scrubs in to Starbuck’s. My case was late start­ing and I stopped by on the way in. I sat down in a faux leather arm chair. Imme­di­ately Michael engaged me. Being my usual reclu­sive self, I acted … Con­tinue read­ing →

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Blue Chair and Slats

Posted on September 3, 2011 by stephenarcher

Some peo­ple know the world around them by feel­ing other people’s feel­ings. Oth­ers have a sense in their bod­ies. I look. Then I run what you are doing through the data­base of my bil­lions of watched moments. My brain sifts … Con­tinue read­ing →

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4th

Posted on July 4, 2011 by stephenarcher

Sum­mers are get­ting poignant. When I was younger the summer’s were relent­lessly, joy­ously mov­ing in one direc­tion, like a river. They unfolded new and with­out a past. Now I still float along in my sum­mer, but I am see­ing them through the … Con­tinue read­ing →

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