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Smart Phone

Smart Phone

This past weekend, Dad and I commented on how grateful we were that we made it through the winter without either of us getting sick.  We’re both vulnerable to catching pneumonia, him more than me.   This past Thursday, the nonprofit that I work at was holding...
Birthing Pains?

Birthing Pains?

The inner stirrings of new life and pain woke me in the night and in a fog, I thought I was pregnant. I remembered the feeling, clearly, from all those years ago as I made my way to the bathroom. I knew it was Eastertide—a time of wonder and hope—but even in my...

Lunch at Dad’s

I called him this morning and his phone was turned off. I’ve told him a dozen times he doesn’t have to turn it off when it’s charging but he doesn’t listen. It makes me crazy when I can’t get through to him. He didn’t answer his landline...
Lunch at the Counter

Lunch at the Counter

My family is big on rituals. Growing up, it was the Meadow Inn on Friday nights, Solly’s Coffee Shop on Saturdays and Marc’s Big Boy on Sundays after church. We didn’t always go out to eat but when we did, that’s where we’d go. When Mom and Dad went on a Saturday...
Poor Man’s Pepper

Poor Man’s Pepper

My son, Charlie, is married, and in his thirties now. But I still feel the same about him as I did the day I first held him in my arms. He looked up at me and winked. Little did I know it was a foretelling that he would always be a couple steps ahead of me. He weighed...

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