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The Golden Hour
The sky appeared streaked and stained, layered and lush with glory, it was the golden hour, sunrise, the dawn of a new day, but my heart was as dark as the midnight hour. Hurt does that. What do I know of hurt? Compared to this hurting world I know nothing. But I know...
The Best Day
Write it on your heart That every today is the Best day of the year -Ralph Waldo Emerson Does knowing that we’re going to die make for better living? Imagine seeing everything you know for the last time. Walking up the back steps that finally had to be replaced,...
To You On the Other Side of All That
Sometimes you have to get all the way over to the other side of something before you can see it for what it was, which can be so different from how it seemed at the time. Dog in T-shirt to protect sutures, feeding dog by hand, giving meds wrapped in sausage have all...
My Pops
It was Saturday morning, March 26, 2016, when the phone rang as I was making coffee. “Debbie,” my dad said. “I can’t find my new mattress protector.” He had just bought a new bed. I was thrilled. At eighty-six, he seemed confident he’d be around a while. And of course...