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A Mother’s Arms Are Made of Tenderness and Children Sleep Soundly in Them
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Po-tate-o, Po-taut-o
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The Parents’ Phrase Book: A Sample of Bullies
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Born to Run
We can run from dangers and to flights of fancy. We can run like a river between the canyons built tall around us. We can run away, and strong upon our course. The younger one had always fallen to...
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The Wishing Tree
By the time a branch appeared the tree was well over nine feet tall. The trunk was wide and bare. There were initials carved years deep proclaiming varying depths of love. The tree was full of leaves...
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Thoughts That Count
They are shades of me. They are living, breathing, and bittersweet memories of an innocence past and an ignorance lost. There is Christmas in their hearts, and they keep it always. Bells—they ring....
View ArticleIn Memory of Barbara Coatsworth
Barbara Ann Coatsworth (Willison/Honea), 63, passed away on December 23, 2013 in an automobile accident while traveling from Marana, AZ to visit family in California. She was born on January 18, 1950...
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A Mother’s Arms Are Made of Tenderness and Children Sleep Soundly in Them
Heat, as an extreme, exists only in a relative sense. It is the hottest thing they have ever known and therefore it is the hottest thing that anyone has ever known. I tell them that it is not, that my...
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On Condolences, From My Son
My boys know things about loss and love. Over the last four years we have lost my grandparents, my stepmother, Tricia’s dad, and my mom—the last two in just the past few months. In the time between we...
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Po-tate-o, Po-taut-o
“Look at that dumb fuck, Daddy,” said my 3-year-old from his car seat. “Where?” I asked. There were quite a few around us, he could have been talking about any of them. “The white one,” he continued....
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A Soul and the Crossroads
Every street corner is more or less the same. They are the crossroads between where we are going and where we have been. The paths of others are layered across it. They are decorated in flowers, rocks,...
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Welcome to Sweden
“Are you all right?” she asked. He was halfway up and halfway down, a boy pressed into the corner of an elevator by the swift kicks of life and the sudden twists of it—the topsy-turvy gray where...
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The Parents’ Phrase Book: A Sample of Bullies
The Parents’ Phrase Book has been out for seven months now, which is crazy, and it has been brought to my attention that I never really talk about it on this site, which is also crazy. Look, it’s...
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Born to Run
We can run from dangers and to flights of fancy. We can run like a river between the canyons built tall around us. We can run away, and strong upon our course. The younger one had always fallen to...
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