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An Olde Memorie
I was riding my bicycle to choir practice this morning, and suddenly I smelled something (what? I do not know) that sucked me through a vortex of a decade and spat me out…
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One Sentence Story – The Vigil
In body I attend class, kiss my children, type notes into my computer, prepare for the end of term, but in spirit I am sitting vigil with the already-grieving mother in the ICU,…
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A Tale of Two Cities
I once caused a kerfuffle at my old job in Roxboro, North Carolina by getting permission to make a company picnic BYOB. One of my employees (a manager) pulled me aside and said…
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Another Moment
In the midst of end-of-term chaos, these beautiful moments keep ambushing me. Last night the Professor saddled up the pup for his evening walkies, and I decided to corral our increasingly active boys…
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