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Tag: Family
Earth, Wind & Fire
I don’t ask. There’s no need. I can’t predict the specifics of what’s stewing deep in my husband’s gut on this particular morning, mind you, but after more than four decades of marriage, the quiet tells me enough.
The Weight of Two Words
Josephine and I met at a painting party. You know the kind—a bunch of women gather in a storefront jammed with chairs and easels, and copy the instructor’s brushstrokes while sipping wine. Two hours later, thirty almost identical paintings are held by thirty significantly tipsy artists, each woman giddy from drink, camaraderie, and creative release.
Without Emma
Sarah traces the curves of Emma’s cradle and rests her fingertips on the soft flannel sheet fitted neatly against its hand-turned slats. She pulls the tiny mattress out, presses her face against it, and inhales deeply.
Home
I wasn’t born in the States, but it has been my home and my country since I was 26. I am a citizen, just as my wife, a third generation American, is. Our children were all born in the city where their mother grew up.
August in Bloom
My parents named me August, though I came into the world on one of the coldest February mornings in Jasper County history. It wasn't long before I understood the irony and the appropriateness of their choice.
Unhappy Campers
"Yo, Ivy! Sumac! Leave those raspberries alone!"
Transformed and Transitioned
I wrote this earlier in the week, but then hesitated to post it when I realized this deadline would coincide with the day of Alicia’s memorial.
Legacy
He was handsome and charming with a twinkle in his eye and a quick sense of humor. She’d find out, but not soon enough, that he also had a quick temper.
Tick-tock, Baby
On a beautiful, crisp day in October of 2020, my nephew went for a motorcycle ride with friends. The other three men slept in their beds that night.
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