Dear Kids, You’ve left my warm, comfy nest. I understand. It was time. But in the wee hours of your independent and autonomous lives, when you least expect it, I know you will hear my voice. As you sip your lattes, and walk to class, you will think of me, and I hope those thoughts are met […]
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Them – A Love Story {4}
When he was in high school, he was hurt during a football game. He was sacked and his leg bent and twisted, caught up in a divot on the field. “He went down like a ton of bricks.” That’s the expression his dad always used when retelling the old story. His girlfriend, by all accounts, […]
Them – A Love Story {3}
She is in the garden, digging and pulling. He likes the shape her body takes as she rips at the crabgrass and white clover surrounding her rows of pink Astilbe. “Leave my babies alone,” she mutters, protectively, wrenching the choking, spidery pieces out from the roots. Her aggression helps her maintain focus on the dreaded […]