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Gillian and Me

Gillian and Me

We were winsome, a little different than the others, often off on our own, always looking in. I admired her, her poetic way of seeing the world, and her beige suede boots. She was smart, made pen drawings, played classical guitar, wrote poetry. She gave me the boots....
The Manuscript

The Manuscript

Day by day, moment by moment present. I had been pulled into a moment and needed a walk. I went to the lake just to see the sun on its frozen surface then turned around and went home before I froze. I had been struck by the words I’d read that morning in Jeremiah...
No Turning Back

No Turning Back

It’s been ten years today since my mom’s passing. She loved Morning Buns so I bought one yesterday to have for breakfast this morning. They’re big, Todd and I share. You can peel off the layers one at a time. Fannie was begging for some. I told Todd to give her the...
New Season

New Season

A friend asked me yesterday how I was feeling, I said, “Really good.” She’s the kind of friend that searches past your words.“Really?” She said with a little furrow in her brow.“Really,” I said. “I am.” She didn’t seem convinced, she’s that way. “Well, you look really...
Glimpses of Water

Glimpses of Water

Sometimes we need to be emptied Hollowed like an ol’ tree trunk in order to see through to the Water Sometimes a message is left in our path Sometimes we only need breathe to take in Beauty And other times we only need close our eyes and listen To know God is...
When Lightning Strikes

When Lightning Strikes

We woke with a chunk of the neighbor’s tree on our roof— two branches the size of two trees, limbs like trunks, snapped off, split, dead. No more leaves from these two. That tree, the size of our house times two, has been a looming accident waiting to happen. The...

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