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# 118:

Stubbing your toe is God’s way of
testing your vocabulary.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 119:

Though the elements of cultural decline
may be momentarily popular,
they will not escape the verdict of history.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 68:

What if we have come here
from the future, not the past?

~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 105:

You know you’re getting old when you have a lifetime supply of paper clips.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 94:

Poetry: What it means is more important
than how it’s dressed up.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 40:

Instinct is another word for God.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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Under The Bed

I remember seeing a white, colonial building fronted with columns on the day I was left at the orphanage.

At least this memory was always in my mind, but knowing how insatiably curious I’ve always been about my biological parents, my biological circumstances, I knew that I may simply have been filling in the blanks of the great mystery that was my first two years of life. After all, I have absolutely no memory of the mother I'd lived with more than a year.

Then one day when I was in my early twenties, I went there. It was the first time since being left for adoption. I'd phoned a social worker who agreed to meet with me, to tell me some basic “non-identifying” information about my parents. As I approached the address, the building came into view. It looked exactly as I’d remembered: A white building, colonial style, columns and all.

What followed is a blank. I don’t remember the foster family I lived with for the next six months and I don’t remember being taken home by my new parents. Many years later, my grandmother told me that for the first few months, every time the doorbell rang, I’d run and hide under my bed. It took me a long time to shake that fear, and even now, I still get the urge once in a while.