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- "She's Lucky" in Stars & Stripes 11/7/2013
- Barrington Author Shares Her Story Tonight 9/11/14
- Give the gift of military history
- How to Help War Vets Struggling with Emotional Numbing 2/17/2015
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- Excerpt on Words After War 2/4/2014
- Integra Center 11/20/2013
- LINE on 3 Quarks Daily 3/29/2012
- NO on Speaking of Apraxia 2/3/2014
- The New York Times 8/19/2012
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- The New York Times At War 11/23/2011
- The New York Times At War 3/1/2011
- TIME 9/28/2011
- Wife in The Literary Review 5 / 2014
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Airglow
It is the middle of a night And my son is still awake Because he cannot sleep. In the living room he sees A spider. And he calls out To me. Saying the word bee Because he cannot. Cannot Say … Continue reading
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Fall
Iraq, I tell my husband, As we stand in our kitchen, Where he is holding a knife In his hand and strawberries In his other hand, That he grew in the garden He planted when He came home from war, … Continue reading
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Needles
I tell my husband how I saw needles, Hypodermic and laying, On the side of the road, Dumped there from a trash can Overturned on trash day. Which side, my husband asks me, And he is looking at our bed, … Continue reading
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Arming
It is night in America. And in this house, on a television, There are men, who talk about arms. About how we should arm them, Rebels from another country, so They can take over a bad regime. And I know … Continue reading
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Tissue
There is an Afghan journalist, Living in Kabul and in this war, And he tells me about his injuries, How he has six fresh shrapnel wounds, And two bullet wounds that are healing, And I am mowing the lawn, Here, … Continue reading
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Snap
When my husband goes to war He walks out of a door, and Into the darkness of our front lawn, With grass curling around his feet Like snakes, and the street is a river, This foreign territory, now, Now that … Continue reading
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Cross
When my husband comes home, From Afghanistan, He wears his combat boots. And I watch him out A window, mowing the lawn, Pacing back and forth in grass, With his boots laced up over sweat pants, Pushing the lawn mower, … Continue reading
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