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New Year’s Resolution - Chapter 1

A journey back to living.

New Year’s Resolution - January   I hurt.  Everywhere on my body hurts: legs, ass, back, arms, chest.  And I swear even my hair seems to scream in pain.  “Diane,” I think to myself, “how did I get here?”   December 25, 2016   The holidays used to be a happy time for me before the death of my wife Diane a year and a half ago.  I remember when the kids were small we used to stay up most...Read On

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Carlie Came Through

Sarah's dull life is suddenly full of exciting new possibilities when Carlie stops in town.

The dusty wood shelf in the town grocery store always bothered me. Staring at it, I couldn't help but wonder when the last time someone might have cleaned it, if ever. I blinked and awoke from my daze, having no clear idea how long I'd been standing in the aisle, staring at bags of flour on that dull, unchanging shelf. Every Friday, I walked into town to get things my Mother needed for...Read On

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The Best Chef She Ever Had

Dear Molly, I can’t believe I’m writing to you, after all these years of reading your column. I would never have thought that my wife and I would have problems at the table. We have always had a great dining life, despite sticking to relatively vanilla foods. I’m usually the one pushing for us to try delving into some more exotic meals together or going for that fourth course, but Jane...Read On

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The Eyes of Love

A musician learns to share some important feelings

The stage shook under his feet, vibrations from the low string of his guitar. It was he alone, Leroy Jet, occupying the stage that night; One man, one guitar, an amplifier and a microphone. The guitar was black, a hollow body with f holes. It played smooth with the string action low. The amp was small, but had a gritty tone he liked. It didn’t matter the size, it was channeled through the...Read On

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Pick Me Up Then Let Me Down

Time is everything. How else would we understand sequences, turn present into past and – in the grandest sense – make history? I stand on the roadside aware of the importance of time on a smaller scale. In seconds. Because in my game, I only have ten of them, and every one counts. One moment the day sits heavy and still, like a rock on my back. Sun two o’clock high. A short-tailed kite...Read On