It’s quiet. No quieter than it is when you went to practice yesterday Or out to the local rib joint with your friends last... Read More
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… on falling (into place)
Yesterday I was up in Maine. Yes, I know you have figured out that I take every opportunity to be in Maine, and work very... Read More
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… on grief in real life
I once read about the theory that, if you know what is actually happening within your body during childbirth, it makes it easier to... Read More
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… on promises
Will I think of you often? I will I will Will I think of you often, I will. With each beat of my heart... Read More
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… on packing for a trip
Yesterday was a beautiful day. Exactly the type of day that Grampa would have loved to be a part of. And he was. Family... Read More
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… on my missing piece
Every day, twice a day, for three weeks exactly, to the day… I would go to the hospital where Grampa, my Old Yankee Man,... Read More
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… on the homicidal advocate
That’s me. The Homicidal Advocate. Oh, you thought I meant that’s me in the pic right there? No. That’s Grampa right there. Doing a... Read More
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… on a new job with an old man
Over the weekend, Grampa had a particularly tough morning. His sleeping has been all turned around for quite some time, and he had been... Read More
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… on flashes of moments
Many of the most emotionally challenging times in my life are, in my mind’s eye, made up of flashes of moments. Sure, when I... Read More
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… on a gift in a storm
Bette Davis was onto something when she said, “Getting old ain’t for sissies.” In addition to struggling to be eighty-six and, well, just being... Read More
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… on the last marble
He never did have all his marbles. But c’mon, most labs don’t. I mean, who – when dealing with a full set – eats... Read More
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… on something I saw and something I wished
Please… Love me enough to button my shirt When my fingers won’t function And my hands sometimes hurt And… Smile, don’t sneer, when I can’t... Read More