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Run To

It’s like dead weight being dragged along behind, hindering the Now that has its own trouble enough. How to forgive. How to forget. Must; and yet . . . I think it’s finished, this letting go jazz; but then, all … Continue reading

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I remember when . . .

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about memory. In overhearing a conversation about a past incident, I found it interesting that one person was so sure of the facts, the other not—at least not the “facts” the first person remembered. … Continue reading

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“Cats in the Cradle” and Other Untruths

Sandy and Harry Chapin wrote a song in the 70s called “Cats in the Cradle,” which told the story of a parent too busy to be involved in his child’s life; then, when the parent is retired and free of … Continue reading

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I Was Once a Thief

I was once a thief, deliberate, conniving, and unrepentant. Sort of. I got twenty-five cents for a weekly allowance, and it was the good old days when that kind of coin really meant something. Well, . . . not really. … Continue reading

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It may have been a mistake . . .

It may have been a mistake to try to start the big project of cleaning out my craft / sewing room today. I went through several boxes and was having a hard time as it was wanting to throw away … Continue reading

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We Wait

It’s a tentative touch—a toddler stretch—to make connection to one whose cells are giving up one by one, and we wait as toddlers touch. It is the way of things, I guess, this living and dying. She is young and … Continue reading

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Angel in the Rough

She was an angel, I think, if angels can be plain, rough, and all crisp around the edges, dressed in hygienic blue. I had read all the La Leche books; and so as it pertained to breastfeeding, I was good … Continue reading

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A World in My Bedroom

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Ghosts in the Laundry

A storm came in the night—bright jagged lightning with thunder rumbling and crashing in response.  I hugged the covers closer.  Moist air gusted through my open window. It appeared in a single electric moment—a headless apparition floating by my bedroom … Continue reading

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Just in case you didn’t believe my chicken story . . .

Here is proof positive.  See the love. This is before they grow up to be idiots and before my vandalism escapade. Gotta love the wardrobe, right.  I was stylin’.  Cool chick.  Pun intended. 🙂

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