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GOING THROUGH THE STUFF

Pierre Fontenot March 5, 2015 Comments Off on GOING THROUGH THE STUFF

My father’s grandfather, J.P., did well for himself, by rural 1930’s standards. Starting with nothing he became a landowner, was the first in the community to own a vehicle, to have a phone, to

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I GUESS THIS MAKES IT OFFICIAL

Pierre Fontenot February 19, 2015 Comments Off on I GUESS THIS MAKES IT OFFICIAL

A beautiful Sunday in January, I had no plan, but knew it was not a day to waste inside. I began driving, and there was only one direction. _____    _____    _____   

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A MATTERING LIFE

Pierre Fontenot January 22, 2015 Comments Off on A MATTERING LIFE

Early on I wanted to matter.   As a kid I saw adults living dud lives and swore Not Me.   And then…look how I’ve lived so much of it…   I gave such

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Sometimes The Present, Sometimes The Wrapping

Pierre Fontenot December 18, 2014 Comments Off on Sometimes The Present, Sometimes The Wrapping

…and now we reach December… After my grandfather died my little gray-haired grandmother started simplifying Christmas, just started giving money to each of the grandkids. It made sense. What you say today applied back

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A Life Of Giving

Pierre Fontenot December 5, 2014 Comments Off on A Life Of Giving

My father’s hospice nurse arrived. She has “her chair” right next to Dad’s. She asks questions, to gauge things, how did he sleep, how often did he awake, did he wake because of pain…

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The Honor Of The Old Dance

Pierre Fontenot November 21, 2014 Comments Off on The Honor Of The Old Dance

An old man walked into the store. He’s from the same generational crop as my father. Midwestern boy, hard start to life, milking cows before school, got passed around between several farm families, each

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Something Old Testament About The Moment

Pierre Fontenot November 10, 2014 Comments Off on Something Old Testament About The Moment

Something is not right with my father. Tests have happened, pictures have been taken, doctors have whispered. My sister’s children approached her. “We’d like to have Poppy baptize us.” Unspoken in this: 1) they

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Church Of The Eyes

Pierre Fontenot October 16, 2014 Comments Off on Church Of The Eyes

I saw him make a u-turn, to go back to the convenience store where the clerk had given him too much change. I saw the way he talked to the state trooper, who pulled

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Less

Pierre Fontenot October 1, 2014 Comments Off on Less

Let me see myself Less me-ish. That I ever was is a gift, that I remain is a gift, whatever future pulse is a gift…whatever talents, blessings and opportunities that seem mine are actually

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The Prodigal Dog

Brad Goins August 22, 2014 Comments Off on The Prodigal Dog

Two Fridays ago I was writing an Uncle P’s Bedtime Story about Amazing Grace. My dog, Kramer, was around, and near, but I was far away, deep into the Land Of Thinking and Writing.

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