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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
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
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
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
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
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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Wishing You Easy
I wish you a full heart, an easy conscience, and gratefulness. May you be defended from envy and thoughts of lack; may your eyes see the All You Have. May you Love at least
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WE MAY NOT PASS THIS WAY AGAIN
I had ambitions to be on the road earlier, full tank of diesel, full belly of coffee, but one thing after another, here I was, still in Sulphur, running an errand, and there coming
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SOUTHERN FRIENDLY
We were strangers. They were Them and I was Not Them and it took us less than three minutes to like each other. This sort of thing ain’t uncommon in The South. It’s a
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EYES ON ELDERS
If I was a teen again and had a do-over, I’d recommend that I cast a considerable gaze upon the elderly. I’d look around at old people and find those who bore good fruit
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