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A View

A View

From the kitchen window, a broom stands askew against the garage door. What lies beyond the door of this day, off center and lopsided? I wonder. Rinsing my cup, I listen to the water rushing from the faucet through my fingers. Cup shines. Will I? Who can bear the...
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...
Sunday Night Despair? Stir Fry!

Sunday Night Despair? Stir Fry!

Right. It’s Sunday night—the time I used to sit down to write and share the latest incident with Dad for my blog Sundays with Dad. I mean, three years of that created a bit of a ritual. Now, even though Dad’s not around anymore, it doesn’t mean a ritual disappears. In...

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