Home for a short visit, my College Kid and I were discussing the recent North Carolina primary, and Amendment One that defines marriage "solely as a union between a man and a woman." We are both in favor of same-sex marriages. When she turned 18, and was still living at home, her first ballot as a legal adult, … Continue reading Hope for the next generation
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Tea and cookies
I watched her as I made my way down the hallway. I was familiar with her, even knew her name, something that I couldn’t say about most of my other neighbors. Mrs. Clancy, the apartment complex’s ubiquitous octogenarian, was struggling with her foldable shopping cart. She was stuck in her doorway and the harder she … Continue reading Tea and cookies
Until the end of time
When I was a teenager, I was active in my church youth group. We were lucky in that we had an advisor who let us ask him about anything. We were able to talk with him and each other about topics that often our parents avoided at all costs. I still remember one discussion we … Continue reading Until the end of time
Simple days
After so many years married, they still walk hand in hand. Their fingers naturally reaching out, intertwining into a perfect fit. A playful lift of his brow, a secret passed between them, and her cheeks blush school-girl pink. Calling out their front door as he leaves for work in the mornings, she favorably critiques his callipygian … Continue reading Simple days
Honeysuckle tears
Outside on the lanai, under rented white canopies, mason jars filled with sun-brewed sweet tea sit untouched on the table. Tears of condensation roll down the glass, leaving wet circles on the old linen cloth. Gran's tatted lace doilies, yellow and wilted with age, hang forlornly from the backs of the chairs. The stifling gloom … Continue reading Honeysuckle tears
Me and my shadow
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