November 30, 2011
Wet, black earth. Shovel full after shovel full. The three of them stand out in the far backyard taking turns digging. From the kitchen window I watch. Rubber boots caked with mud. Water-steeped dirt piled upon water-steeped dirt. They work together. They cry together. They grieve together. Father, daughter, son. Partners in mourning. Tenderly preparing [...]
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November 19, 2011
I head for the closet, and pull out my well-worn slippers. The ones that, when I slide my feet inside, have a distinct indent where my toes rest, and where my heel hits. The ones where the fleece is packed and matted down. The ones that looked real purty about five or ten years ago, [...]
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