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SEASON CHANGE
August’s feel has made me melancholy. I know I should be grateful in reprieve and arrival of a cool, to take comfort in the change; but in it, I feel summer’s end. Summer’s death into usher of fall when we are perhaps most open, showing—and knowing—of our truest selves. But then comes winter, cold […]
SUMMER LEARNING
There is a short story by Ernest Hemingway, “Fathers and Sons,” that is one of my most-favorites ever read. Growing up, there was a book of his short stories—The Finca Vigia Edition—that I would check out again and again from our local library to read and reread the stories shared within. I have […]
CHILDREN OF LIGHT
On Sundays when it’s just he and I at Mass, my youngest son, he never stops speaking. We arrive just as mass begins, and I let him pick our seats. He leads to the left—side where we usually sit because, in morning light, the pews are cast in colors from stained glass stories […]
STORIES LEFT BEHIND
There was one of a small town—of growing up and moving away, of return in time and restlessness that rose as years compounded onto last and nothing seemed to change; feeling of stagnation, being stuck, before will and following through to finally leave for good. It was a story of friends—of past that […]