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mother’s day
Back when I was a kid, I looked at the world like a still life painting. Pretty and static and sort of hopelessly boring. Nothing much ever happened in our town. But when something did happen — a car accident,… Continue reading
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planting flowers
As I rode a packed LRT train to work yesterday, standing in my regular spot near the doors, I watched people get off and on for the three stops it takes to get there. I watched the morning world going… Continue reading
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in another life
She stared out at me from her antique frame on the shelf in the eclectic little store that we drive out of our way to far too often. We mostly go there to buy the handmade incense they stock. Today… Continue reading
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the classroom
It’s been five years since I last sat in this church. Sacre-Coeur: the literal sacred heart of Paris. The last time I passed through its hewn wooden doors, stretching toward the heavens, my mom had just died. It had… Continue reading
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remembrance
As a kid, Christmas always felt like the day that held all of time together. Like a magic blanket that wrapped itself around us all at the end of the year. Life was timeless then. Everything was in the present… Continue reading
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carrying me still
On the morning of the day I turned 37, my mother was the first person to call me with birthday wishes. That was true every year. She was always the first to call. Always around 7 a.m. But that year’s… Continue reading
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the wedding speech
Our daughter got married this weekend and so, naturally, I want to tell a love story. Weddings are most always a love story about the bride and groom. But this is not quite the love story you think it is.… Continue reading
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