I watched my neighbor as he picked up a few stray pieces of paper from the cardboard box I had put out to be collected by tomorrow’s recycling truck. The pieces must have escaped when the heavy winds blew open the top of the box. He shoved the papers into…

I had asked my mother to make sure to request the little cardboard box, but not unexpectedly the undertaker talked her into a brass urn. It was the American refrigerator version of an urn. Lots of extra room. Much more than was needed for the volume of my father’s ashes…

I wore two different mittens the other day. Both were leather. One was heavy and black. The other one was reddish brown and lighter-weight. Even though I took one of the mittens off several times to take photos in the cold I still didn’t notice that the two mittens were…

Famiglia

My grandmother, the one I adored and who loved me for being me, died when I was fourteen. I rode to the cemetery with my father crying on one shoulder and my grandfather crying on the other. My mother rode in the front seat next to the limo driver…

We were sitting at the kitchen table finishing up dinner. It was a weekday. We only ate in the dining room on Sundays. My dad sat on the wooden, booth-style bench that backed up to part of the kitchen counter. He ate quietly, glancing occasionally through the large round window…

I often think how grateful I am to have hot water. It’s something I really appreciate every time I step into a hot shower or bath, and yet, I don’t usually think to be thankful for having access to water. Once, when my son was little there was a huge…

I’ve noticed that one of the things that is difficult for my mother, who has dementia, to do is to hold a representation of something we are talking about in her mind. Anything we attempt to converse about requires her to reference an abstract representation in her brain. (This is…

There are these weirdly cool and slightly scary, nonhuman beings in a fantasy series I am currently reading who can attune their internal vibration to various settings. They can choose among things such as amusement, irritation, hope, tension, and many others.

I think humans secretly do this too. I remember…

Someone somewhere taught us that being sure equals being safe. Certainty became our holy grail, our life’s work. But certainty is actually more like one of those heavy metal, pull down doors small shops use to keep anyone from breaking in when they close for the day. Certainty lets nothing…

I don’t keep tissues in the house. I use toilet paper. Currently there are partially used rolls all over my little home. I’m recovering from a pretty severe cold. This is unusual for me because I have a killer immune system. It’s been years since I’ve felt this poorly. I’m…

Cinse Bonino

Cinse, a former professor with a background in the psychology of human learning, writes nonstop, and is addicted to capturing the human experience in words.

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