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Writer and Dog at the End of Day: a Confession
He’s a projecting, guitar playing, good housekeeping kind of guy. I wouldn’t call myself a slob, there’s just always something better to do other than clean. I’m a good paper towel cleaner upper. I can wipe up the kitchen floor with a single section. He’s also my...
A Happily Ever After Ending
“I could tell,” my sister said. “I heard it in your voice and knew something was wrong. What’s going on? Sorry I didn’t call you back last night…” I was still in bed the next morning. I didn’t know what to say. Or where to begin. Sometimes silence is the only way....
Voices of Hope Don’t Leave Our Hearts
It was the summer of ‘67, I had just turned twelve. On the evening of Sunday, July 30th, my family was returning from a camping trip when the National Guard had been called to Milwaukee to contain the disturbance, sealing off Michigan to Capital Avenues from Holton to...
When You Think You Can’t, You Can
The towhead teenager at the airport reminded me so much of my son. He wiped his eyes after kissing his mom goodbye and pretty soon I was wiping my own. I am flying home after eight days with my sister feeling conflicted as any sister would who is saying goodbye in the...