memoir
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Picture Window
Two years ago on January 28, around this same time of the day, I was sitting on the bed in Room 39. It was the assisted living facility where Dad had been receiving weekly hospice services since his stage four… Continue reading
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Christmas Shoes
This is about my special relationship with a pair of Converse high tops, written quite a few years after they were purchased. As best my memory serves, these shoes are at least 20 years old now. And since I only… Continue reading
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No Rhyme or Reason
I’m in the midst of a “little project” – going through the thousands upon thousands of photos stored on my computer and trying to put them in some kind of organized fashion. There’s no rhyme or reason to where I’ve… Continue reading
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