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The New Bed

The New Bed

  It’s Saturday morning and the phone rings as I’m making coffee. “Debbie, I can’t find the mattress protector.” Dad bought a new bed this week. “Didn’t you buy one?” “I thought so.” “I’m pretty sure John (my brother) said you did.” “Louis (his friend) put the...
Handy Handkerchiefs and a Goodnight Kiss

Handy Handkerchiefs and a Goodnight Kiss

Is it just me or is there something about the way some people say your name that makes your heart hum? “Debbie,” he said. I looked up from my meatloaf and mashed potatoes to meet his eyes and smiled. I love hearing Dad say my name. “I lay on my back...
Smart Phone

Smart Phone

This past weekend, Dad and I commented on how grateful we were that we made it through the winter without either of us getting sick.  We’re both vulnerable to catching pneumonia, him more than me.   This past Thursday, the nonprofit that I work at was holding...
Birthing Pains?

Birthing Pains?

The inner stirrings of new life and pain woke me in the night and in a fog, I thought I was pregnant. I remembered the feeling, clearly, from all those years ago as I made my way to the bathroom. I knew it was Eastertide—a time of wonder and hope—but even in my...

Lunch at Dad’s

I called him this morning and his phone was turned off. I’ve told him a dozen times he doesn’t have to turn it off when it’s charging but he doesn’t listen. It makes me crazy when I can’t get through to him. He didn’t answer his landline...

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