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Little Van

Little Van

A lot of miles were put on Volkswagons in our family—from Bugs to Carmen Ghias to Westfalia Vans—Dad loved them. My parents made many trips to Tucson in their white Westfalila to visit my sister and her family. Dad, the Eagle Scout, liked to camp, Mom liked hotels....
#filledtooverflow

#filledtooverflow

I realize, sometimes the only thing that stands between moving from trickles of beauty within, to an overflowing ocean, is to forget and forgive what’s behind. The way others treat me should not determine my treatment of them. Instead, I only hope to treat those...
A Safe Duck

A Safe Duck

It takes four hours for a chick to come out of its shell, up to ten for the runt who may be abandoned by its mother as she manages a dozen or so waddling, roving, hungry ducklings, anxious for a swim. The child watches and takes the tiny wet mass of feathers into her...
Getting Dressed

Getting Dressed

Good morning! It’s time to get dressed. Don’t rush, as some do, reaching for the obvious with, “Hurry up, get busy!” already on their minds. I will clothe your mind. I will cover you in stain-free white. See how the sun flickers through the...
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...

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