Fear After Grief

Fear After Grief

Fear After Grief I sat on the table of the surgical outpatient room. I already made it through the agonizing wake-up from anesthesia, and I was ready to retreat home. My cut-up body moaned quietly beneath the haze of Vicodin.  The report was good. The doctor said it....
I Just Need Something New!

I Just Need Something New!

I Just Need Something New! Your eyes pass back and forth over the clothes hanging in your closet. Nothing looks appealing. Nothing “sparks joy.” I just need to throw it all out and start fresh. Maybe I should make one of those capsule wardrobes.  After pulling an old...
Names Nobody Remembers

Names Nobody Remembers

Names Nobody Remembers  Dozens of people had filed out of the movie theater. Custodians began to sweep up popcorn kernels as the background music played and the credits rolled. I sat in a row with my family, crunching the remains of my popcorn bag while each name made...
Grasping a Piece of the Past

Grasping a Piece of the Past

Grasping a Piece of the Past Filling the walls of my home are pieces of the past. A pair of windows from an old family home frames the images of my children over our stairway. Above our kitchen table dangles an old oxen yoke. The simple piece of farming equipment is...
A Little Bit of Salt:  A Short Story

A Little Bit of Salt: A Short Story

A Little Bit of Salt: A Short Story She peered across the white laminated tabletop. Her eyes traveled down his jawline, past his chin to the white strands perched on the fork before him. The meat hovered in the air for a second before continuing its path up. Her...
One Year Later

One Year Later

One Year Later It’s been one year today since our son went to the Emergency Room and we began our lives with Type 1 Diabetes.  A lot has happened since that time. The traumatic first few weeks shifted into months of small victories. Somewhere along the way it became...

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