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Yearly Archives: 2014

In the dark, Steve reaches across our bed for my hand and says softly, “I don’t want to scare you but there is a bat on the other side of the dresser.”  Because my mind can’t quite process the events of the last few days, I think he is talking about a live bat.  My […]

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I’m driving home from dropping the girls off at school and to my right, I see a beautiful linear rainbow, shooting down out of a storm cloud.  It is a the fifth or sixth rainbow I’ve seen in the last three days.  My eyes start to fill with tears and I begin to wonder if […]

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Eight years ago, at the end of August, I started to feel horrible.  I was seven months pregnant and I put my feelings off to a combination of that, the fact that we were in the of a blistering Florida summer, and that two women at work were taking a perverse pleasure in bullying me […]

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Gracie left this morning.  She loaded up her new monogramed thirty-one duffle bag that her Aunt Bronie gave her and her “hobo kit” bedroll that Steve made her with one of his old belts that she pretended mortified her into the back of a big red truck and then grabbed her knapsack full of her […]

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