“Dad, can we go for a ride?” “Dad, can we play catch?” “Dad, can we play ping pong?” “Dad, can we build a fire?” One day, the questions will end. Love him, and them, while they’re still there—and we are wanted.
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Journal Pages
SEVENTY-FIVE HARD
New Year’s Day, late morning, my daughter fills a water bottle from kitchen sink. Workout clothes, her hair in a ponytail, “I’m going to get a workout in,” she tells me. “I’m doing Seventy-Five Hard,” she shares on. “Have you ever heard of it?” “I believe I have.” “It’s seventy-five days when […]
Short Story
BROKEN IN HOPE
New year came. Sun rose earlier than in day before, its break in dawn more northward in sign and movement in sky; and in the morning light and warmth of particular, peculiar winter, they labored together breaking ground in preparing for the spring. In the open of lawn beside low, small painted shed […]