-Linda Lee Lyberg

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The Apartment

Paris apartment

The Apartment – with the geraniums in the window boxes

The pale gray light of a rainy dawn creeps into the room. In my jet lagged stupor, I briefly forget where we are.

The breeze from the fan brushes against my cheek soft as a lover’s caress. I roll over and wrap my arms around the man I have loved for what feels like an eternity, drifting back to sleep.
The shriek of a high/low police siren startles me out of my slumber.

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Las Manos Más Suaves

old hands with flowerOld hands are beautiful. Weathered, wrinkled, soft as silk, scarred by the passing of time and countless tasks.
Last Saturday, we went to our favorite Mexican restaurant for breakfast. Los Picos Parilla is the home of the best huevos rancheros in Mesa. There is an older woman who is usually working the cash register. As we went to check out, she wrapped my hands in hers, hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
My mind is immediately awash with memories of other women in my life such as her.

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Waiting on DNA


So many people are of mixed heritage; everyone is from somewhere else. “-G. Willow Wilson

In January of 1973, my father changed his name. Not only his first name, but his entire legal name. In the district court of Harris County Texas, the man who was once William Clark Polley became Anthony Joseph Pollizzio. The reason according to court records? ‘The causes which induce him to desire a change of name and to adopt another are: That the name which the applicant desires his name changed to was his grandfather’s name and most of the members of his family are known by the Pollizzio surname, as is the applicant, and that it is for his interest and benefit to change his name and adopt another for the reasons aforesaid.’ The court granted his request.

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