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You Say it’s your Birthday?

Reaching down (ew) into the back of the toilet…..That’s how I started my birthday today.  Even before I had a good cup of coffee.  But when you are ready to flush….and nothing happens… what are your options? Luckily (?) the … Continue reading

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Obsession

She’d been obsessed by the Beatles since she first heard “I Want to Hold Your Hand” in 1963.  For Christmas that year,  a HiFi record player was her only request.  She spent hours playing their music. Her life was defined … Continue reading

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The Baseball Game

It was Spring, 1960. The last day of fifth grade. The last day of school. There were two fifth grades in our small town elementary school. I don’t know how we got split into two grades back in those days, … Continue reading

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Dad

Dark winter mornings filled with mud and snow. Muggy summer sunrises sweating before the work was even begun. A hard life of  labor, washing the teats of the cows before milking, mixing milk replacement for the calves, hauling water and … Continue reading

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Mom

The shoes were a bargain. I know because she only ever bought from the discounted, discontinued, clearance area. She spent little on herself.  We dressed in hand-me-downs from cousins.  We made our own soap, ketchup, applesauce… always had a garden. … Continue reading

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Promise

Jen latched the suitcase, and took one last long look around.  Many times she had tried to leave, but something held her there.  He promised he would return.  I promised I would wait.  Eight years was a long time. She … Continue reading

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Rock of Ages

I was born in 1950. Dad was born in 1921. Grandpa was born in 1901. The rock had always been there on the farm. Mom and Aunt Mae would come running when she saw us climbing on it, convinced we … Continue reading

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