The wind in advance of the storm didn’t start until I’d walked about a mile from the golf course. The weather had been threatening rain all day, but it never came. The storms tracked east to west just south of us, trailing rain like gray curtains. I tried to call…
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That summer, Nick had been with us just a couple of years. He was seven or eight and was raring to go. No more school and no more set bedtimes. It was bikes and friends and playing in the pool. The fall and return to school seemed so far off…
Leave a CommentThe whippoorwills perched in the trees above deafened us. The other sounds of the night on that pine-topped bluff—snakes after mice in the duff, the titter of nuthatches, and the footfalls of deer in the hardwood forest on the hill below us—disappeared under the whippoorwills. The calls haunted us. First…
Leave a CommentI wish I was a forgetting and forgiving kind of person. I’m soft, loving, and open (sometimes more than is comfortable or necessary). But once crossed, I sit on that. I don’t hold grudges but I don’t forget. I try to forgive but without the ability to forget, I don’t…
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Dear Ms Shields and Ms Justus, Unfortunately, I am teaching on Tuesday evenings from 6-9 p.m. and so will miss you tonight. I appreciate Barb Bailey’s effort in redefining the present and persistent issue of homelessness in our neighborhood as a mental health problem. But I hope you will indulge…
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