We spent most of the day pulling weeds from the tiny gravesite. The child buried there was only three when he died, and only this first name, and birth and death dates were etched on the crude stone. His very existance seemed to be a secret, and I was determined to shine a light on … Continue reading Chasing ghosts
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A father’s right
He sat on the curb, legs bent so he could rest his elbows on his knees. A freshly fired pistol, now unloaded and its clip removed, lay on the sidewalk beside him, but out of reach.Dressed in clean jeans, his most comfortable pair of running shoes and the red plaid button-down his wife always complimented … Continue reading A father’s right
Relief came
Hanging from the tree house railing, impatiens swing in the breeze. His mother, standing at the edge of the pine needles, discovered the bones of a child wrapped in a pink blanket.
House warming
Crossing through the doorway, the smell that greeted me was redolent of wet leaves blanketing the floor of a deep, dark forest - a sweet and earthy fragrance. The wild woods were taking over the ruins, reclaiming what it could. From the road, the abandoned building showed little resemblance to its former self. As I … Continue reading House warming
Pocket full of pebbles
I’m not sure what it is about me, but I often feel that I am some sort of confessional magnet. Maybe it’s my perceived zen-esque attitude, or how I talk about my family, or... who knows what, but people tend to tell me things like I’m an Internet bartender. Deep things, ‘this shit is getting … Continue reading Pocket full of pebbles
Sisterhood
I can’t say the phone call surprised me. I half expected I would get it one day, but even with that trepidation, it still unnerved me. It started out like any other afternoon telemarketing interruption. I wonder if I could have ended the encounter before it started by simply letting that initial call go straight … Continue reading Sisterhood
Thin spiral notebook 