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NANCY BRIER

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How do I know what I think until I see what I say? - EM Forster

Nancy Brier

I pulled into the car wash, past the wet bays, straight to the coin op vacuum station. Three round stainless steel cylinders caught the morning sun, glorious, promising. Quarters jingled in my pocket.....more

Nancy Brier

Katy O'Mally raced down the wide wooden steps with a pack of giggling 12-year-old girls trailing behind her, threw open the bathroom door and lifted her blouse......more

Nancy Brier

I dread swapping the wardrobe.  Pulling down my pretty summer dresses, the light flowery cottons and the spaghetti-strapped powdery blues....more

Nancy Brier

My husband cooks like he's on the Food Network. That is, he cookls like we have a staff to clean up after him. Alas, we do not....more

Nancy Brier

I bundle the trash, spray the can with Lysol, put the bag outside the back door, get a new liner.  Me, a mother poet?  I wash my hands, take down my jar of....more

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