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On Returning to the Place I Call Home

On Returning to the Place I Call Home

When we first started living in this old house in 1969, I never gave a thought to how many times I would leave and return to its backdoor. It was the family home. When you’re fifteen, you don’t think about these things. At that point, I only knew I planned to leave. I...
On Fossils, Faith and Getting Published

On Fossils, Faith and Getting Published

When we bought our house from my parents a couple decades ago, my father was excited to show me a large fossil rock in the backyard. It looked like it could have been the vertebrae of an ancient critter, maybe that of a huge hawk. A hawk at our bird feeder last...
On Saving Stories

On Saving Stories

This is the last birthday we all had with Pops. His own pops made it to 62, and his mother and brother to 80. He was sure he wouldn’t make it past the mark of his 8th decade, but he kept going and going seven more years. It was a miracle. I do believe all our days...
Listen Wait Putter Putz

Listen Wait Putter Putz

I open my eyes and wonder what Words await while the sound of rain on the porch roof catches me by surprise. Listen, wait, putter, putz. The open umbrella left to dry billows like a chest taking in air. I inhale, exhaling as the truck idles beside the sidewalk out...
Happy New Year Almost!

Happy New Year Almost!

“Look!” I said to Todd as I stopped at our dining room table that rarely looks uncluttered (like my head). But with a Centerpiece like this, who notices?! “Can you believe that tall stalk and those beautiful blooms grew from that ugly little bulb?!” “Oh, I know,” he...

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