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A Rose for a Rose I Suppose
For a moment, I watched to see if your eyes would open. You were resting. I didn’t want to disturb you so I walked around to the side of the bed to just look into your sweet face. Your arms and hands were so pale, but even after all you had been through, your face was...
Little Holes in My Heart
You walked with me that day even though you had a blister covering the corner of your heel from our hike the day before. The Tucson sun beat down on the exposed skin of your neck and calves, turning them pink even though you took extra care with the sunscreen. But the...
Remembering the Corn Story
I can tell Thanksgiving is going to be a beautiful clear day here in Milwaukee. A little chilly but warmer than it’s been so I slip on my son’s hoodie that he left behind last time he was here, and layer on my dad’s flannel-lined jean jacket to take...