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The Golden Hour

The Golden Hour

The sky appeared streaked and stained, layered and lush with glory, it was the golden hour, sunrise, the dawn of a new day, but my heart was as dark as the midnight hour. Hurt does that. What do I know of hurt? Compared to this hurting world I know nothing. But I know...
The Best Day

The Best Day

Write it on your heart That every today is the Best day of the year -Ralph Waldo Emerson Does knowing that we’re going to die make for better living? Imagine seeing everything you know for the last time. Walking up the back steps that finally had to be replaced,...
To You On the Other Side of All That

To You On the Other Side of All That

Sometimes you have to get all the way over to the other side of something before you can see it for what it was, which can be so different from how it seemed at the time. Dog in T-shirt to protect sutures, feeding dog by hand, giving meds wrapped in sausage have all...
My Pops

My Pops

It was Saturday morning, March 26, 2016, when the phone rang as I was making coffee. “Debbie,” my dad said. “I can’t find my new mattress protector.” He had just bought a new bed. I was thrilled. At eighty-six, he seemed confident he’d be around a while. And of course...
Sure and Steady

Sure and Steady

Part of the thermostat hose broke off Todd’s car last week causing a coolant hose to come off and all of the coolant to puke out. It left a little mess in his parking garage at work. I went to meet him at the lakefront where he had pulled over on his way home when the...
Gillian and Me

Gillian and Me

We were winsome, a little different than the others, often off on our own, always looking in. I admired her, her poetic way of seeing the world, and her beige suede boots. She was smart, made pen drawings, played classical guitar, wrote poetry. She gave me the boots....

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