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  • Defensive Secrets

    I could handle. I could buy what they needed, but not the cool stuff. Kids don’t miss what they don’t know.” Read more

  • “It was twenty years ago today…”

    Sometimes a shouting match ended with a loud barking. Dodger didn’t allow the boys to argue.  Read more

  • Rainbow Sails

    This is soooooo political. Not pro Trump at all. Read more

  • Twin Angels

    We were just about the most normal and boring single parent family in the world. Read more

  • Traffic Stop Fundraiser

    Everything in that car made me look guilty of something. I saw the cop look inside.  Read more

  • End of Spring Break

    I have to go back to work today. I’ve enjoyed being off all week and posting daily. I got to participate in my morning writing group for the last ten days, it was wonderful to be able to write in community. For almost two years, we’ve been writing together, it’s such a joy when I… Read more


  • Patience of the trees

    I grew up on a dirt road with quiet skies and darkened rooms where there was one light in the center of the room and two table lamps, a luxury beside a rocking chair and one end of the couch for reading. The kitchens had a dim bulb in the middle as did the bedrooms.…

  • Message

    I’ve been to two funerals this week. Two uncles, one from my dad, one from my mom. Dad’s brother had  a military funeral, Mom’s brother had a Masonic funeral. The military funeral had a twenty-one gun salute at the end of it. The Masons chanted and made hand signals. Both were dignified and sent the…

  • A path through the woods

    There were  hundreds of acres to explore and I suppose we stepped through all of them. We walked through the woods for miles, following each other. The path was the one we created, or sometimes the deer or both. They are creatures of habits, the same as we. We had no place in mind to…

  • First Memories

    I have two distinct memories before I could walk. The first one was being held in my uncle’s arms and reaching for my mother. I loved my uncle Paul as much as any six or seven month old can love another human being who’s around all the time. But I remember throwing my body towards…

  • Winter is…is not

    Cold…killing cold.