When the Dream Dies
“Oh, where is my hairbrush, oh where is my hairbrush, oh where, oh where, oh where ….” Like 60 million…
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Upcycled
In grad school, my husband and I rented a duplex near campus that had some interesting carpet. It had a…
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For Ultimate Good
My dad is a fearless guy. And the most resilient person I know. But he’s also the most intelligent human…
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Three Good Years
In the waiting room of my doctor’s office recently, I saw a woman reading a bible who looked familiar to…
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Already There
Decades ago, my older, now-engineer brother constructed a complete, intricate N-scale model train. It was more than a train. It was…
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Absence with a Purpose
Letting go of kids exposes a raw place in my soul, and an unyielding lump in my throat. I cried…
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