Category Archives: Life

Between the lines

My face. I do not look my age. I look my mileage. This is my face. My map. . . Image: “At Rest In The Gloaming” by Steve Kalstrup

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This is Christmas

  This is Christmas, and it was spectacular. Open arms and exclamations. “Well, lookie who’s here!” Old people, tribes of cousins, the how-are-we-related-again relatives, and the prerequisite handyman who “God bless his heart, he’s just not right in the head.” … Continue reading

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Father’s Day

Father’s Day cards. I remember the first Father’s Day after Dad died, how relieved I was that I’d never again have to stand in the card aisle trying to figure out which card might fit him. He was never “the … Continue reading

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“No regrets. They will eat your soul.”

“We lived by “Today is a memory – make it a good one.” No regrets. They will eat your soul.” Someone that I love very much told me this today. She was talking about grieving her beloved, who recently died … Continue reading

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