The Stitcher

She sits on the brick steps of the house. Head bent, she carefully gathers the pale blue cotton into folds and pinches it tightly between the fingers of her left hand. Though she is left handed, she has trained herself to use her right. Thimble on her middle finger, she carefully draws the needle through to make a neat stitch.

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Mason Gehring
25 On The 25th

Today (June 25th), I have been married to the same man for twenty-five years, my husband, Joseph, the father of my children including the ones that don’t carry his personal genes. He is my companion, partner, friend, lover, creative co-conspirator. He is my best pal and I am madly in love with him. Even more than ever. But it took twenty-five years of daily agony to get here. Well, maybe not “agony” but close. 

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Mason Gehring
Thoughts on being a writer and an artist

I think I’m a better writer than an artist. But being “better” is probably a function of practice more than anything. I read all the time. I’m looking at words, at language, at ideas a lot. When I write I have a clear idea of how I want to go from A to B.

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Mason Gehring
Rituals and why I do them

I don’t remember having a lot of structure in my early years. My parents believed in letting us decide for ourselves on many issues. So much so that I wasn’t baptized till I was 13, at my own choice. An action, which, almost simultaneously resulted in me not setting foot in church again till I was 30.  

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Mason Gehring