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The One Thing We All Need to Can for Winter {Hope}

  Oh, October! So much to admire, to ponder, and only a wisp of time to do either. Here’s the season when creativity comes in gusts but awe strikes me dumb. Plus, I’m overly sentimental and half-crocked on chai tea lattes. I’m like the chunk of Parmesan swimming in a pot of Nana Tosello’s rich […]

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When It’s Time to Build an Altar

It’s half past seven on her last morning of high school. Our raven-haired woman-girl, who the good Lord brought through fiery trial, will graduate with her peers after all. Today when she bolts across our front threshold, she’ll etch a tombstone for our enemies, Doubt and Fear, marking the spot where they died a complete […]

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When It’s Divine to Mourn

  {Originally posted October 2, 2014} If you ran into me in town lately and I told you I was fine, I was sort of lying. Please don’t take it personally; I was lying to myself too. I see now that I’ve been in a bit of a funk. As usual, I didn’t recognize it […]

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Waiting for Olivia

It must be recess time across the orchards at Maple Elementary ‘cuz right now, waiting for you, Olivia, sounds a lot like a mingle of childrens’ hoops and hollers floating through the window screen. I’m in your parents’ master bedroom spreading crisp, white semigloss over the trim and wondering if, in just a few years, […]

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When the Frenzy of Fall Already Has You Woozy

To look up, you’d never know it. The wonderlands, the wide open spaces of summer are shuttering for the season. Mornings of surprise visitors and spontaneous romps. Afternoons when you couldn’t escape the sun and its lazy spell if you tried. Days with less obvious boundaries, whispering, “Play hooky.” Yeah, they’re pretty much gone. But if […]

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Until Spring Comes Around

Eyes tight, I press the snooze button, then nestle my toes behind yours—where the warmth is. I’m trying to reenter my dream, but the sprinkler keeps rapping out its morning pulse below the bedroom window. Yesterday you were out there in your plaid coat, hunched over the tractor’s steering wheel, oh so focused, mowing a […]

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