Personal Essay
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Hands
Daddy’s were beautiful. At the table, holding a piece of buttered bread. Cutting meat, lifting his glass to his lips, water droplets on its surface wetting his fingertips. When he looked behind him before backing up the car, he reached his right hand over the front seat. From the backseat, I stared at it. Continue reading
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How Not to Ruin a Perfectly Good Retirement
Ted and Joan sit on their immaculately maintained backyard deck, wearing their designer shades and sun hats and sipping iced tea from tall frosted glasses. Lounging on the kind of posh outdoor furniture featured in home and garden magazines, they watch as a team of landscapers re-mulches their flowerbeds, prunes their trees, manicures their lush Continue reading
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‘I’m Nobody.’ You Too?
One of the most interesting tidbits to emerge from my recent dabbling in genealogy is the revelation that Emily Dickinson is my sixth cousin. A few times removed, yes, but we’re cousins, nevertheless. Now that I’ve made this discovery, I feel as if my life finally makes sense. It makes sense that I spent all those hours Continue reading
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My Father’s Heart
During the final year of his life, my father did everything right. By following a strict diet, he lost weight. He exercised daily and avoided stress. He rekindled the romance in his marriage. He looked and seemed to feel healthy. Then one summer morning, a neighbor discovered him lying unconscious on the ground in our Continue reading
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Vacationing Old
The shuttle bus eased to a stop. As the doors slid open, everyone rushed to deboard. Everyone, that is, except me. I had learned to stay out of the way. By Day Three of a four-parks-in-four-days whirlwind adventure at Disney World, I knew that if I tried to leave whatever conveyance I was on in Continue reading
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Dream or Visitation? One Dreamer’s Musings
In my dream, my father sits in his rocking chair on the screened-in porch at the house where we lived long ago when I was a child. My mind casts the scene in sepia–a time and place from my childhood recreated in yellowed tones, shades of brown deepening to gray. A scene composed of memories Continue reading
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