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Extra Ordinary
What was once decent in life, can, like magic, become disproportionate in death. Our memories switch off the ability to recall missteps, unpleasantries and altercations. It takes those things by the...
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Don’t Let Go
Bear with me. It’s a long journey around so many messy things and I lack the stamina to run it in one tidy breath. Opening your eyes to the realization that somehow you must lift your burdened self...
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Living the Dream
You will eventually have had enough of my grieving process I’m sure, but for the moment you may be finding comfort in walking alongside me. This is what keeps me going. Perhaps you’ve lost someone or...
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Of Sound Friendship
Years ago, when my kids were just tiny specs of what they are now, a best friend of mine would drive from her house, nearly an hour away, just to cook dinner for me. At least once a week. She...
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A Moment in May
The corner store is peeling, its peach paint rolling down toward the dirt, dodging a lifetime of being stuck in one place. Where, she wonders, will the wind take it once it’s free? She sits in the...
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The Bird
She flitted in. Almost darting between our gazes. Head bobbing with each move. And I couldn’t stop watching her. She was a delicate little thing. Small. Angular. But still somehow, swooping. Sinuous....
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One Hand in My Pocket
We’re friends, right? Yes, I know we are. Know how? Well…you’re here. Reading this post. I’ve been gone a long time. But you’re not mad. Or angry. You’re not even upset. Maybe missing me—I secretly...
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Dear Life
Did I mention we have pups? Ohhh yes. We sure do. Well, they’re pups bordering on adulthood. But when we got them back in October 2016, they were wild and bouncy babes. And because of them, all...
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Holding Hands
I remember hands. When I think of someone I haven’t seen for a long time. Or someone I will never see again. I see their hands. My mind pictures the shape of their nails. The length of their fingers....
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Blessed
It’s pouring. I can hear it over the din of the tv and three snoozing pups. Tickling the shingles. Tapping the leaves. Lashing out at whatever comes its way. And it can feel like it’s beating you....
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