The Wedding Gift and Mr. Housman
Mr. Housman was a crusty old man with gravel in his voice. A stubble of white dusted the sides of his head. His skin was a map of liver spots and blotches. When he stood his tallest I could look him square, and his belly looked like he had swallowed a...
The Wonderful Thing About Growing Up
~ please take a moment to subscribe? ~ I’ve arrived at that ambiguous age where people tack on a little qualifier when they say something about you, to you– You look good for your age… Your wrinkles aren’t bad for your age…...
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In the distance I hear a rooster. He’s persistent, this one, afraid we didn’t hear him the first time. He repeats his song–a cockle, an alarm, a lament. It’s midday and he’s waking no one. The air conditioner just cut on. I’m...
The Incredible, Beautiful, Redemptive Birthday Miracle
I can’t help but be thankful and marvel at the difference a year makes. I woke up on New Year’s Day 2013 with the weight of What Was To Come handcuffing me to my bed: my fiftieth birthday. I hardly felt like the girl who stretches...Welcome!
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