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The Long Walk Home

The Long Walk Home

I was sitting in my father’s chair (it creaks so badly as if mimicking my own bones) and humming a Hymn a friend reminded me of. A Hymn that brought back a Sunday in 2006 at Bethel Church on Washington Island with my family. We all sang in the choir that day–all...
As Sunlight Moves Back Morning Shadows

As Sunlight Moves Back Morning Shadows

Hearing the bird whistles I had been deaf to just moments earlier, so noisy my thoughts, I whistled back. Breathing in each sound as sunlight moved back morning shadows while Sitting in stillness, exhaling, emptying what remained of my yesterdays, Craving a refilling,...
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....
No Turning Back

No Turning Back

It’s been ten years today since my mom’s passing. She loved Morning Buns so I bought one yesterday to have for breakfast this morning. They’re big, Todd and I share. You can peel off the layers one at a time. Fannie was begging for some. I told Todd to give her the...
When Lightning Strikes

When Lightning Strikes

We woke with a chunk of the neighbor’s tree on our roof— two branches the size of two trees, limbs like trunks, snapped off, split, dead. No more leaves from these two. That tree, the size of our house times two, has been a looming accident waiting to happen. The...

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