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In the Center of Silence

In the Center of Silence

When the thunder scared him as a child, he asked his mother, Is God angry, Mama? No son, she told him. The angels are bowling. He heard the sky’s rumbling as his eyes roamed the scene before him—street lamps looking like floating balls of light. Fluffs of snow fell on...
What’s Up for Supper?

What’s Up for Supper?

It’s the end of a day that began with a 7:15 a.m. meeeting you were late for because your front right needed air. Many meetings, emails and whatnots later, your eyes burn and you wonder where all your energy went after so much sitting. You walk your pup, (or watch...
The Family Cabin

The Family Cabin

At times in our lives, my sister and I both realized we were a little off course. Our choices didn’t always align with our parents, but we were given a lot of freedom to make our own decisions. On this particular day though, we had chosen our parents’ preferred route...
Coffee and Conversation 7 The Traveler

Coffee and Conversation 7 The Traveler

I could drive from NYC to Chicago on adrenaline no problem on just a few hours’ sleep beneath the glaring lights of the street lamps and mosquito buzzing, in the well-patrolled rest stops along the way. The final stretch from Chicago to Milwaukee, though, was...
The Traveler

The Traveler

I could drive from NYC to Chicago on adrenaline no problem on just a few hours’ sleep beneath the glaring lights of the street lamps and mosquito buzzing, in the well-patrolled rest stops along the way. The final stretch from Chicago to Milwaukee, though, was...

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